But oh! ’tis sure, He now lays by his ire:
He thunders out,
With trumpet’s shout,
No judgment from Mount Sinai; but a still
Soft voice of love and free good will:
He that appear’d then in a warlike dress,
Seeks now the stray sheep in the wilderness.
P. Fletcher.
Lamb of Jesus’ blood-bought flock,
Brought again from sin and straying!