But oh! astonish’d heavens! see where He lies!
That voice, which shakes the poles, to infant cries
Is now contracted;—those Almighty hands
Which launch th’ unerring thunder, wrapt in feeble bands;
And He, who turn’d the shining orbs above,
Which, as His nod prescribes ’em, stand or move;
When He comes down our ruin’d world to save,
Is shelter’d in a stable, and a cave.”
The following is from a piece entitled, “Signs of the Coming of the Son of man in Glory:”—
“Rumours of war the guilty world affright;