Yes, Though He Well May Tremble At The Sound Of His Own Voice, Who From The Judgment-Seat Sends The Pale Convict To His Last Retreat In Death; Though Listeners Shudder All Around, They Know The Dread Requital'S Source Profound; Nor Is, They Feel, Its Wisdom Obsolete (Would That It Were!) The Sacrifice Unmeet For Christian Faith. But Hopeful Signs Abound; The Social Rights Of Man Breathe Purer Air, Religion Deepens Her Preventive Care; Then, Moved By Needless Fear Of Past Abuse, Strike Not From Law'S Firm Hand That Awful Rod, But Leave It Thence To Drop For Lack Of Use: Oh, Speed The Blessed Hour, Almighty God!