Avert the doom that crime must bring
Upon a guilty land;
Strong in the strength that God supplies,
For truth and justice stand.

For Christless men, with reckless hands,
Are sowing round thy path
The tempests wild that yet shall break
In whirlwinds of God's wrath.



THE NIGHT OF DEATH.

Twas a night of dreadful horror,--
Death was sweeping through the land;
And the wings of dark destruction
Were outstretched from strand to strand

Strong men's hearts grew faint with terror,
As the tempest and the waves


54 THE NIGHT OF DEATH.

Wrecked their homes and swept them down-
ward,
Suddenly to yawning graves.

'Mid the wastes of ruined households,