Classic Poem

The Prophet speaks, the world attentive stands!
The voice that stirs the people's countless host,
Issues again the Living God's commands;
And who before the King of Kings can boast?
At his rebuke behold a thousand flee,
Their hearts the Lord hath smitten with his fear;
Bow to the Christ ye nations! bow the knee!
Repent! the kingdom of the son is near!
Deep on their souls the mighty accents fall,
Like lead that pierces through the walls of clay;
Pricked to the heart the guilty spirits call
To know of him the new, the living way;
They bow; for he can loose, and he can bind;
And in his path the promised blessing find.