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When the cold east wind sweepeth past,
Oh! teach us while we sojourn here,
“For He knoweth our frame, he remembereth that we are dust.”—Psalm ciii. 14.
Our Father knows these mortal frames, for
He marks the heaving sigh, the quiv'ring tear
cry, His peaceful Spirit, as a radiant dove, Folds His bright wings, and soothes their
misery. Jesus, my Saviour-God, to Thee I cling, I know Thy love, Thy boundless sympathy; Swift as the home-bound bird, my soul shall
spring From earth below, and wing her way to Thee.
“And he came thither unto a cave, and lodged there; and behold, the word of the Lord came to him, and He said unto him, What doest thou here, Elijah ?
“And he said, I have been very jealous for the Lord God of Hosts; for the children of Israel have forsaken Thy covenant, thrown down Thine altars, and slain Thy prophets with the sword; and I, even I only, am left; and they seek my life to take it away.
“And He said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the Lord. And behold, the Lord passed by; and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake;
“And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire; and after the fire a still small voice.
“ And it was so, when Elijah heard it, that he wrapped his face in his mantle, and went out; and stood in the entering in of the cave. And behold,
there camc a voice unto him, and said, What doest thou here, Elijah?
“And he said, I have been very jealous for the Lord God of Hosts; because the children of Israel have forsaken Thy covenant, thrown down Thine altars, and slain Thy prophets with the sword; and I, even I only, am left; and they seek my life to take it away.
“And the Lord said unto him, Go, return on thy way to the wilderness of Damascus. * * *
“Yet I have left me seven thousand in Israel, all the knees which have not bowed unto Baal, and every mouth which hath not kissed him."
1 Kings, xix. 9–15; 18.
The slaughter is over by Kishon’s dark stream, And the stern scene has passed as a terrible
dream. But the banks are all gory, and purple the
For the blood of the victims its water has
dyed; And there lie the bodies unsheltered and bare, For the beasts of the forest, and fowls of the
Who hover around them, and search for their
prey, With no hand to molest them, or scare them
away. The prayer has been heard, breathed on Car
mel's high mount, By Elijah the Tishbite, and lo! the deep fount Of Heaven is opened, and thick falls the
shower, Restoring the verdure of foliage and flower; But alas ! for man's frailty, the prophet has
fled From the face of a woman, in cowardly dread. And afar in the desert his steps have been
roaming, In the brightness of day, and by twilight's dim
gloaming; He stood by a cave on the mount of the Lord, And awaited in slience the breath of His word.