Attuned to him the voice of Sion fell—
Thy name, Elias, closed the mystic shell.
C. H. Johnson.
In Judah’s rugged wilderness,
Where Jordan rolls his flood,
In manners strict, and rude of dress,
The holy Baptist stood.
And while upon the river’s side,
The people thronged to hear,
“Repent,” the sacred preacher cried,