Ours he is who love him, ours whose hearts’ hearts hold him
Fast as his the trust that hearts like his may hold.
3.
Takes in charge all spirits, holds all hearts in trust:
As the sea-wind’s on the sea his ways are tameless,
As the laws that steer the world his works are just.
All most noble feel him nobler, all most shameless
Feel his wrath and scorn make pale their pride and lust:
All most poor and lowliest, all whose wrongs were nameless,
Feel his word of comfort raise them from the dust
4.
Knew the blasting of his breath on leaf and fruit:
Now the hand that smote the death-tree now disrooted
Plants the refuge-tree that has man’s hope for root
Ah, but we by whom his darkness was saluted,
How shall now all we that see his day salute?
How should love not seem by love’s own speech confuted,
Song before the sovereign singer not be mute?
