Each spirit woke at the Eternal’s tread
On the head of Death! a promise given
To all Earth’s houseless, homeless, and forlorn,
Before the Ages were—or His Eldest Son was born!
Sing to the Lord! Lo! while God’s rebels rave,
He plunges down, and renovates the slave—
Vengeance and love at once bestowed on man.
See! crushed is Baal’s, proud Moloch’s temple falls;
Shout to the Lord! No more shall blood-stained walls,
Nor mountain grove, nor all the gods of Ham,