Classic Poem

In the beginning was the Word.
Athwart the primal night
It flashed with quick, creative power,
And on the earth was light.
In the beginning was the Word.
God's utterance of might
Upon man's waiting spirit flashed,
And in the soul was light.

O Word that broke the stillness first,
Sound on, and never cease
Till all earth's darkness be made light,
And all her discord peace.
Sound in thy servants' willing hearts
Till all their depths be stirred;
Speak from their pure, untrembling lips,
O ever-living Word!