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The wind blows chill across those gloomy waves,

Oh! how unlike the green and dancing main! The surge is foul as if it rolled o’er graves ;

Stranger,—here lie the cities of the plain!

Yes, on that plain, by wild waves covered now,

Rose palace once, and sparking pinnacle.
On pomp and spectacle beamed morning's glow,

On pomp and festival the twilight fell.

Lovely and splendid all,—but Sodom's soul

Was stained with blood, and pride, and perjury. Long warned, long spared, till her whole heart was foul,

And fiery vengeance on its clouds came nigh!

And still she mocked, and danced, and taunting, spoke

Her sportive blasphemies against the Throne.It came! the thunder on her slumber broke :

God spake the word of wrath ! Her dream was done. Yet, in her final night, amid her stood

Immortal messenger, and pausing Heaven Pleaded with man, but she was quite imbued,

Her last hour waned, she scorned to be forgiven.

'Twas done !-down pour'd at once the sulphurous shower,

Down stoop’d, in flame, the heaven's red canopy. Oh! for the arm of God in that fierce hour !

'Twas vain, nor help of God or man was nigh.

They rush, they bound, they howl, the men of sin ;

Still stoop'd the cloud, still burst the thicker blaze ; The earthquake heaved !—then sank the hideous din!

Yon wave of darkness o'er their ashes strays.


Holy, holy, holy, Lord,
In the highest heavens adored,
Author of all nature's frame :
Father, hallowed be Thy name!

Though estranged from Thee in heart,
Doubtless Thou our Father art :
From Thy hand our spirits came :
Father, hallowed be Thy name.

Nor by nature's tie alone
Thou art as our Father known:
Nearer now, in Christ our claim :
Father, hallowed be Thy name.

Born anew, Oh, may we feel
Filial love, the Spirit's seal ;
Cleansed from guilt, redeemed from shame :
Father, hallowed be Thyname.

Whether, then, in want or wealth,
Joy or sorrow, pain or health,
Still our prayer shall be the same :
Father, hallowed be Thy name.


'Tis finished ;-every circumstance fulfilled ;

The conflict o'er ; the sacrifice complete.

So He laid down His life, and went to meet Death in his own domain :—not till He willed, Yielding His breath; self-offered, but not killed.

That voice of power, it spoke of Hell's defeat ;

It rent the veil before the mercy-seat ;
Through the dark regions of the dead it thrilled :-
Earth trembled ; and the solid rocks were rent;

The Grave its Victor, its Invader, knew.
No need of costly balms, with fond intent

That which saw no corruption to imbue. Go, seal the stone, and all approach prevent.-He burst the bands of death, and Heaven's gate open


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