Is this an instrument
to soothe the congregation
with timid tremolo
and shimmering pianissimo—
an instrument
to encourage passivity
with pleasant
but commonplace compositions?
Surely this is an instrument
designed for great music
with its orchestra of voices—
an instrument
to proclaim God's majesty
in sonorous tones.
Can we be lethargic
when it stirs us to glory—
when its multicolored stops
now dulcet, now piercing,
hint the infinite variety
of the music of those morning stars
which sang together
in the beginning?
Can we nestle back in smugness?
Are we not rather roused
to gratitude and praise?
Oh, let the organ's flute-tones
soft-pearled
reveal the purity of the Word.
Then let the mighty pipes
peal forth
glory
majesty
praise!
