He gathers now His angry clouds,
And thick they quickly come;
Bearing along the teeming rains
And the devouring storm.
The beauteous sky is overcast.
And darkness fills the air;
And lightnings flash, and thunders roll;
No ray of hope is there.
As if the clouds are not enough,
Heaven's windows open wide,
To pour upon the startled earth
The overflowing tide.
The clouds come down almost to earth,
And seem to bend with rain;
And men look up with fearful gaze,
Nor can their fear restrain.
Oh! fearful and majestic scene;
Jehovah's awful frown
Seems o'er the sinfulness of earth,
In anger bending down.
No sun now cheers, no light of star
To those shall ever come,
Who by their long continued crimes,
Provoked this awful doom.
VIII.
THE FOUNTAINS OF THE DEEP ARE BROKEN UP.
Not only did the clouds come up,--
Heaven's windows open wide;--
The fountains of the deep were stirr'd,
And raged on every side.
The clouds pour'd down their treasures vast,
The deeps yield up their store,
The proudest trembles at the form
Of God's almighty power.
The seas are swelling up in wrath,
And break the appointed bound--
Their waters overflow the shore
And fiercely rage around.
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