4596772Poems — Habakkuk iii. 6.Lucretia Maria Davidson
HABAKKUK III. 6.
When Cushan was mourning in solitude drear, When the curtains of Midian trembled with fear, On the wings of salvation thy chariot did fly: Thou didst stride the wide whirlwind and come from on high.
Earth shook, and before thee the mountains did bow: The voice of the deep thundered loud from below; Thy arrows glanced bright as they shot through the air, And far gleamed the light of thy glittering spear; The bright orb of day paused in wonder on high, And the lamp of the night stood still in the sky.