Work-a-day Warriors/Thunder-storm in the Trenches
THUNDER-STORM IN THE TRENCHES
Hast thou an arm like God? or canst thou thunder with a voice like Him?
Between the anger of our guns
Spoke forth th' Artillery of Heaven;
Like warning words writ on the wall
The sky with light was riven.
Spoke forth th' Artillery of Heaven;
Like warning words writ on the wall
The sky with light was riven.
Yet did there seem no note of wrath,
So that my soul rejoiced,
As if I'd heard from Sinai's Mount
God's admonition voiced.
So that my soul rejoiced,
As if I'd heard from Sinai's Mount
God's admonition voiced.