Deep Unto Deep Was Calling

They rode through the bannered city -     The King and the Commoner,     And the hopes of the world were with them,     And the heart of the world was astir.     For the moss-grown walls seemed falling     That have shut away men from Kings;     And Deep unto Deep was calling     For the coming of greater things.     They rode to an age-old Palace     Where the feet of the Mighty go -     (A Palace that stands unshaken     Despite the boast of the foe!)     And the King from Kings descending -     And the Man of the People's choice     In a Super-Man seemed blending,     And they spoke as with one voice.     And one voice now and for ever     Will speak from sea to sea,     Wherever the British Banner     And the Starry Flag float free.     For our fettering chains are sundered     By the evil that turned to good,     And Deep unto Deep has thundered     Its message of Brotherhood.     It was not a pageant of Victors -     Or a triumph hour of man,     That ride through the bannered City,     It was part of a Mighty Plan;     And the sound of old barriers falling     Rose there where those Rulers trod,     For Deep unto Deep was calling     In the resonant Voice of God.