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.
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.
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.
