“Lo! from heaven the avenging angel came, His sword the pestilence’s deadly flame; Incumbent o’er the deadly camp he flies; So glares an angry comet in the skies. A vial of almighty wrath he bore, And, crashing, broke, like burst of thunder’s roar— Oh, what a groan! as Nature’s self expired, Or all this habitable mansion fired— Awaked by dying shrieks the warriors rose, And all in vain their spacious shields oppose: Some swear, some pray, but both alike in vain, And heaps of myriads lie on myriads slain. Averse at length, and slow the morning rose, But what a scene its sickly beams disclose! ’Twas horror, horror all—the plague was kind— Paler than death were those it left behind.” The following is Wesley’s description of Christ rebuking the tempest on the Lake of Gennesaret:— “He rose unmoved, for all within was peace, Chid the mad waves, and bid their tumults cease; Rebuked the winds, which soon forgot to roar, And all the murm’ring billows kiss’d the shore.” The piece entitled “Jesus in the Manger visited by the Shepherds,” is as follows:— “With joy and wonder fill’d, the shepherds run At early dawn, to seek a brighter sun Than e’er before enlighten’d mortal eyes; But oh! astonish’d heavens! see where He lies! That voice, which shakes the poles, to infant cries Is now contracted;—those Almighty hands Which launch th’ unerring thunder, wrapt in feeble bands; And He, who turn’d the shining orbs above, Which, as His nod prescribes ’em, stand or move; When He comes down our ruin’d world to save, Is shelter’d in a stable, and a cave.” The following is from a piece entitled, “Signs of the Coming of the Son of man in Glory:”— “Rumours of war the guilty world affright; Prodigious signs, and many a fearful sight Glare in the heavens; bright suns to darkness turn, And moons and stars, all clothed in sackcloth, mourn— Well may the earth with horrid murmurs quake, When even the powers of Heaven themselves shall shake. With fervent heat the elements shall flow, Yon azure vault with ruddy vengeance glow; Then when the guilty world dissolves for fear, Then shall you see the Son of Man appear; Amidst the clouds, the world’s great Judge confess’d, Circled with glitt’ring hosts, and myriads of the bless’d.” We conclude with an extract from the last poem in the book, “The Description of the Heavenly Jerusalem:”—