Lord of the Mighty farflung name
Blame in the hate flame burning eyes,
Glass in the shattering lips of shame
Quiet in the lovely maiden’s sighs.
Come in the mighty dusk of night
Shatter in the storms worldrending,
Shake, Burn in th’night’s dawning day
Crest the hill of dark unending.
Forbid the word of he whose curse
Has wrought in terror blood his sign
Upon the darkened hearts that burst
In loveliest holies, hear their cry.
Dark Backed old man turn light the blinds
And come to face the sinners gaze
To break th’accursed father of lies
And turn to You, the one who saves.
And in the dark when cries now start
Hush the violent sinners sin
Though we may scream remain apart
Come to our lives, and enter in.