(Luther Hymn.)


We wait beneath the furnace blast
The pangs of transformation;
Not painlessly doth God recast
And mould anew the nation.
Hot burns the fire
Where wrongs expire;
Not spares the hand
That from the land
Uproots the ancient evil.

The hand-breadth cloud of sages feared
Its bloody rain is dropping;
The poison plant the fathers spared
All else is overtopping.
East, West, South, North,
It curses the earth:
All justice dies,
And fraud and lies
Live only in its shadow.

What gives the wheat field blades of steel?
What points the rebel cannon?
What sets the roaring rabble’s heel
On the old star-spangled pennon?
what breaks the oath
Of the men of the South?
What whets the knife
For the Union’s life?–
Hark to the answer:–SLAVERY!

Then waste no blows on lesser foes,
In strife unworthy freemen
God lifts to-day the veil, and shows
The features of the lemon!
O North and South,
Its victims both,
Can ye not cry,
“Let Slavery die!”
And Union find in freedom?

What though the cast-out spirit tear
The nation in his going?
We who have shared the guilt, must share
The pang of his o’erthrowing!
Whate’er the loss,
Whate’er the cross,
Shall they complain
Of present pain,
Who trust in God’s hereafter?

For who that leans on His right arm
Was ever yet forsaken?
What righteous cause can suffer harm,
If He its part has taken?
Though wild and loud,
And dark the cloud,
Behind its folds
His hand upholds
The calm sky of to-morrow!

Above the maddening cry for blood,
Above the wild war-drumming,
Let Freedom’s voice be heard, with good
The evil overcoming.
Give prayer and purse
To stay The Curse,
Whose wrong we share,
Whose shame we bear,
Whose end shall gladden heaven!

In vain the bells of war shall ring
Of triumphs and revenges,
While still is spared the evil thing
That severs and estranges.
But blest the ear
That yet shall hear
The jubilant bell
That rings the knell
Of Slavery forever!

Then let the selfish lip be dumb,
And hushed the breath of sighing;
Before the joy of peace must come
The pains of purifying.
God give us grace,
Each in his place
To bear his lot,
And, murmuring not,
Endure, and wait, and labor!

Originally posted 2008-11-10 13:19:29.

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