Ah! What Fear?
Ah! What fear? He is here! It is his voice alone
does make this many-peopled chorus rise!
It is his vision makes our minds mesh,
and our paths coincide.
It is his great deep love of us
makes life worthwhile.
And our imperfect love of Him, the
only gift we have, met by His giant ray,
becomes the tide which turns our fate.
And breaking the heart with beauty,
weeps the star-bright widening day.
What fears the son of heaven whom the grave could not hold?
What fear have we, if, nestled at His living feet,
we but remember his bold song, and ringing, sing it?
What sorrow knows the Font of Joy?