GERALD
H .
S. PINSENT .
THE
ORGAN
IN
KING 'S CHAPEL ,
CAMBRIDGE .
THEN
silence , and
the veil
of
light
is
raised
And
darkness
seen
behind.
Now
softly
sound
The
Angels ' herald -trumpets , calling round
Thunders
and mighty
winds
and
powers
amazed .
Now
laden
with
the
spirit
of man 's hand
There
bursts
an awful clarion -shout , and brings
Strange whispering
and
rushing of strange
wings
Battling , and
furtive
secrets
of
command .
Down
from
the height
and
up
from
the abyss
Are
swept dominion , power, angel, throne ,
For
unimaginable
ends, and hiss ,
And
fall.
The heralds
trumpet ; they
are gone.
Tread
softly
— 'tis
in God ' s house
thou
hast been
And
fearfully — '
tis
God
that
thou
hast
seen
.
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