No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere I see Heaven's glories shine And Faith shines equal, arming me from Fear O God within my breast Almighty, ever-present Deity Life that in me has rest As I, Undying Life, have power in Thee Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain, Worthless as withered weeds Or idlest froth amid the boundless main To waken doubt in one Holding so fast by thine infinity So surely anchored on The steadfast rock of Immortality With wide-embracing love Thy spirit animates eternal years Pervades and broods above, Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears Though Earth and Man were gone And suns and universes ceased to be And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in thee There is not room for Death Nor atom that his might could render void Since Thou are Being and Breath, And what THOU art may never be destroyed.
This Sorry Scheme of Things
Song Cycle by Peter Andrew Tranchell (1922 - 1993)
?. No coward soul is mine  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Authorship:
- by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848), appears in Wuthering Heights and Agnes Grey, first published 1850
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Note: in the Fisk work, this is sung by LockwoodResearcher for this page: Victoria Brago
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