I. COME not, O Lord! in the dread robe of splendour Thou wor'st on the Mount, in the day of thine ire, Come veil'd in those shadows, deep, awful, but tender, Which Mercy flings over thy features of fire! II. Lord! Thou rememberest the night, when thy nation Stood fronting her foe by the red-rolling stream; On Egypt thy pillar frown'd dark desolation, While Israel bask'd all the night in its beam. III. So, when the dread clouds of anger enfold Thee, From us, in thy mercy, the dark side remove; While shrouded in terrors the guilty behold Thee, Oh! turn upon us the mild light of thy love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WRITTEN IN NORTHAMPTON COUNTY ASYLUM by JOHN CLARE PALINODE; AUTUMN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL IF I GROW OLD by ETHEL BERRY ALLEN DUNCTON HILL by HILAIRE BELLOC UNBELIEVABLE by EDITH GRACE BERKNESS DAWN MAGIC by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN THE AULD FARMER'S NEW YEAR MORNING SALUTATION ... AULD MARE by ROBERT BURNS |