Thus we will breast the darkest storm,
Since not alone,
And confident, Thou wilt perform,
At last enthrone,
Thy righteous acts among all men,
And tyrants overthrow;
Grant that this year’s recording pen
Such victories may know! Amen.
EASTER
Our souls have need of Easter—
Of resurrection light,
For never times were trister,
Nor darker seemed the night.
Our souls have need of Easter
With sunrise on the tomb,
For Mary has many a sister
Who weeps within the gloom.
Our souls have need of Easter,
Its lily pure and sweet,
As when the day-dawn kissed her
Before the Saviour’s feet.
Our souls have need of Easter,
With angel heraldry,
Which breaks the base and bister
Seal of the Pharisee.
Our souls have need of Easter,
With faith more glad and strong,
To be the firm resister
Of untruth and the wrong.
Our souls have need of Easter,
Which scatter’s arméd foe,
Whose bloody spears still glister
Where midnight watch-fires glow.
Our souls have need of Easter,
With gleams of victory
O’er powers dark and sinister,
And cruel tyranny.