The forms with which He sprinkles all the earth.

Cowper.

The Lord will come! the earth shall quake,

The hills their fixed seat forsake;

And, with’ring, from the vault of night

The stars withdraw their feeble light.

The Lord will come! but not the same

As once in lowly form He came,

A silent Lamb to slaughter led,

The bruis’d, the suff’ring, and the dead.