Classic Poem

Jehovah comes! — his foes disperse,
Their hosts are put to flight;
Like smoke they flee before his curse,
They perish at his sight.

As melts the wax before the fire,
Oppressors melt away,
Before Jehovah's burning ire,
In God's avenging day.

Then shall th' oppress'd exult and sing,
To see their God appear;
Hark! hear them shout, and hail their King!
Thus they proclaim him near; —

" Sing ye to God in blissful strains,
Sing praises, spread his fame;
Sing how he rides o'er southern plains —
JEHOVAH is his name. "

The orphan's father, friend, and guide,
Is he who dwells on high;
In him the widow may confide,
He hears her plaintive cry.

He brings the wand'ring exile home,
He bursts the bondman's bands;
But makes the vile oppressor roam
Through parch'd and desert lands,