TREMBLE, thou earth, at the Presence of the Lord Whose Will conceived thee and brought thee to the birth, Always, everywhere, thy Lord to be adored: Tremble, thou earth. Wilt thou laugh time away in music and mirth? Time hath days of pestilence, hath days of a sword, Hath days of hunger and thirst in desolate dearth. Till eternity wake up the multichord Thrilled harp of heaven, and breathe full its organ's girth For joy of heaven and infinite reward, Tremble, thou earth. |