Here’s a very interesting vision of the divine in this wartime poem:
Sweet the Voice that Tells of Victory.
Oh sweet the voice that tells of victory won at last,
That strife between the nations now is passed.
That we may rest in safety and in quietness,
Thro’out the hours of holy darkness calm and still.
No noise of guns or sirens blast to warn,
Only sweet sleep until the peaceful morn.
When waking to our work with happy thankfulness,
We sing our praise to God and his salvation bless.
How blest to hear the Storms of God’s creation,
The roar of winds wild exultation.
We revel in the rolling drums of thunder,
and brave the shining of the lightning’s sword.
We fear no earthly foe now God is near,
but worship him with love and holy fear.
To shape anew our lives oh grant us grace,
and knit the hearts of all in their embrace …
The first stanza opposed war and God quite clearly, separating out energetic activity into those two domains (guns vs work). The second stanza than reconnects God with violence, but natural violence. And listen to the metaphorical slide from natural to man-made violence: “the Storms of God’s creation,/ The roar of winds wild exultation” becme “the rolling drums of thunder,/ and brave the shining of the lightning’s sword.”
Note that the third mode is delightful, not fearful: “We revel”.
That final fear is powerful, a force “knit[ting]” together a community in faith, under “holy fear” but “fear[ing] no earthly foe”.