The Soldier

He was not armed like those of eastern clime, Whose heavy axes felled their heathen foe; Nor was he clad like those of later time, Whose breast-worn cross betrayed no cross below; Nor was he of the tribe of Levi born, Whose pompous rites proclaim how vain their prayer; Whose chilling words are heard at night and morn, Who rend their robes but still their hearts would spare; But he nor steel nor sacred robe had on, Yet went he forth in God's almighty power; He spoke the word whose will is ever done From day's first dawn till earth's remotest hour; And mountains melted from his presence down, And hell affrighted fled before his frown.