Classic Poem

The peace which through the storm
Of time unshaken lives,
To us unworthy worms
The King of Sion gives;
His princely hand the gift bestows
To as the world — but on his foes!

By purchase and by pow'r
He bought and took the prize
In one tremendous hour,
And bore it through the skies;
And now he sends it freely down
All who ask the precious book

He makes his foes his friends,
He conquers them by love;
And, with their pardon, sends
His Spirit from above;
Their peace and pardon seal'd with blood,
They run with joy the heav'nly road.