CHRIST BLESSING THE BREAD. BY THE REV. THOMAS DALE, M. A. I. ONWARD it speeds! the awful hour from Man's first fall decreed, When the dark Serpent's wrath shall bruise the Woman's spotless Seed; The foe He met the desert path triumphantly He trod, But now a darker, deadlier strife awaits the Son of God! II. Soon shall a strange and midnight gloom involve the conscious Heaven, While in Jehovah's inmost fane the mystic veil is riven! Soon shall one deep and dying groan the solid mountains rend, The yawning graves shall yield their dead; the buried Saints ascend! |