Then, with his bow gripping the strings in a great sweeping
crescendo, he poured forth in full strong chords the triumphant faith
with which the hymn closes.
He laid his violin on the piano, stood quite a few moments looking upon
them, then said:
"Men, listen to these great words. They might have been written for
us, and for these days;" and he recited to them the words of the Hebrew
psalm, eloquent of courage in the face of a crumbling world:
"God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the
mountains be carried into the midst of the sea.
Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains
shake with the swelling thereof. Selah.
There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God,
the holy place of the tabernacles of the Most High.
God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved. God shall help her
and that right early.
The heathen raged, the kingdoms were moved; he uttered his voice, the
earth melted.
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