VIII.
The fountains of the deep are broken up.
Not only did the clouds come
up,—
Heaven’s
windows open wide;—
The fountains of the deep
were stirr’d,
And raged on every
side.
The clouds pour’d down
their treasures vast,
The deeps yield
up their store,
The proudest trembles at the
form
Of God’s
almighty power.
The seas are swelling up in
wrath,
And break the
appointed bound—
Their waters overflow the
shore
And fiercely rage
around.
The rivers rise to fearful
height,
And roll their
torrents on,
Until their highest banks
are lost
From sight, deep
overflown.
The fountains too and hidden
springs,
Seem bursting
everywhere;
Their waters flow on every
side,
The common rage
to share.
Now wave meets wave, and swells
the flood
In fury o’er
the land,
Fulfilling all the will of
God,
Obeying His command.
O God! the power is thine
alone,
To punish and
create;
We would with reverence bow
to Thee,
And worship might
so great
And may we never dare provoke
That high Almighty
Power,
Which once awaked against
our sins,
Could blast us
in an hour.
IX.
The floating ark.
The waters lifted up the ark,
Majestic it did
ride
Above the swelling, surging
waves,
Along the rolling
tide.
The freight of life it bore
along,
Secure from every
harm;
And though the tempest raged
without,
Their hearts knew
no alarm.
To God in humble earnest prayer,
They sent their
feeble cry,
And He with power and love
did look,
Down from His
throne on high.
And while the raging waves
did roar,
And swift destruction
bring,
Jehovah sheltered them beneath
The shadow of
His wing.
The ark Jehovah guided through
The vast unmeasured
deep;
And all the life therein reposed
He did in safety
keep.
It floated o’er the
valleys low,
And o’er
the highest hill,
For high the waters rose,
and thus
Obey’d the
Almighty Will.
How strong that hand that
can protect,
When danger rages
round;
The mercy of our Father God,
Doth every where
abound.
And those who put their trust
in Him,
And to Him ever
pray,
Will find it is the safest
thing
His counsel to
obey.
X.
The drowning world.