And when the soul was tossed in troubled To stormless wanderers, beautiful and gay. When God came down from heaven, the It is a living form, living God, The loved, the lost, the won, What signs and wonders marked his stately Won from the grave, corruption, and the way? Brake out the winds in music where he trodo? Shone o'er the heavens, a brighter, softer day? The dumb began to speak, the blind to see, And the lame leaped, and pain and darkness fled; The mourner's sunken eye grew bright with glee, And from the tomb awoke the wondering dead. When raging winds MILMAN. Rushed from their caverns, and resistless swept As if the wild contending elements BOLLAND. worm: "And is not this the Son Of God?" they whispered, while the sisters poured Their gratitude in tears, for they had known the Lord. DALE. Their faith hath triumphed; with the sound Cleft in the midst the waters stand, A glassy and resplendent heap, J. H. CLINCH. The conscious water saw its God and blushed! |