Classic Poem

" THE rocks are steep, the river deep and broad,
The way is hard to find, and night is near;
O hear the voice of Him who loves thee dear,
O pilgrim, pilgrim, listen to thy Lord!
There in the darkness, evil shapes abhorred
Crouch in the place of dragons — pilgrim, hear!
And take the gift of Him who loves thee dear;
O pilgrim, take the Lamp and take the Sword! —

" I hear, I take the gifts thaThe has given,
The Lord of all the lanterns of the sky,
And all the swords of all the hosts of heaven;
I take His gift, His servant true am I,
Nor fear, though none be here to help and none
To bid God-speed, as I go forth alone."