The Fourth Chapter of Jeremiah, Part 2

In Judah's land proclaim the woe,
Sound an alarm of instant war.
And point them to the' invading foe.

Blow ye the trumpet's loudest blast,
Let all the crowd with horror cry,
"Fly to the forts, with trembling haste,
Before the swift pursuer fly."

The standard 6'/?;z-ward set up.
Ye people all in time retreat,
Fly from the sword, nor dare to stop
Where war hath fix'd its bloody seat.

For I the just, the jealous God,
Will call an evil from the north.
Scatter My dreadful plagues abroad.
And send the swift destruction forth.

The lion from his brake is come,
The waster fierce is on his way,
The powers of persecuting Rome
Are all gone forth to kill and slay.

The' invader comes with furious haste.
The scourge of heaven's avenging Lord,
To lay thy land, and cities waste.
And plant his faith with fire and sword.

For this, ye sinners, howl and cry.
Your broken hearts and voices join;
With sackcloth girt, in ashes lie,
And groan to bear the wrath Divine.

The wrath Divine doth fiercely bum,
Doth still on all our souls abide;
Nor will He fi-om His anger turn,
Nor will our God be pacified.

Horror shall every heart assail,
And sore distress, and huge dismay;
Prophets and priests and kings shall fail,
Astonish'd in that dreadful day.