Be Not, By He, Our Hopeless Fears. Poem by Michael Gale

He washed away our sins, as if by sorrowed tears...
Be not, by He, our hopeless fears.

Beyond all healings by God of high...
Beneath his breathe as blown yon by.

His power will engulf us all...
Make us better, then, better all.

We be judged by others not...
We be saved by powers' God.

For we be loved by God of all...
We shall hear His final call.

He will grant us peace of will...
Of His love will all us feel.