The Lord will come! the earth shall quake
L. M.
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The Lord will come! the earth shall quake,The hills their fixed seats forsake,And, withering from the vault of nightThe stars withdraw their feeble light.
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The Lord will come! but not the sameAs once in lowly form he came,—A silent Lamb to slaughter led,The bruised, the suffering, and the dead.
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The Lord will come! a dreadful form,With wreath of flame and robe of storm,On cherub wings, and wings of wind,Anointed Judge of human-kind!
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Can this be he who wont to strayA pilgrim on the world's highway,By power oppressed, and mocked by pride?Oh God! is this the crucified?
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Go, tyrants! to the rocks complain!Go, seek the mountain-cleft in vain!But Faith, victorious o'er the tomb,Shall sing for joy—the Lord is come!