Christian fiction; Second Advent -- Fiction; Tribulation (Christian eschatology) -- Fiction
The prostrate refugees remained, to a man, upon their faces. Souls in
direct dealing with God have no curiosity as to outside events.
Suddenly, like the hiss of ten thousand times ten thousand snakes, a
rushing sibilation passed through the momentarily darkened air. At the
same instant the earth trembled, and there was an awful, thunderous
rumbling in the nether world.
Simultaneous with both of these phenomena there came yells and screams,
then,--anon--silence.
The mass of refugees raised themselves, and stood silent with awe and
thankfulness. Sheets of flame had rushed out of the heavens,
overwhelmed the aerial fleet of vengeful pursuers, fired the vessels,
and hurled men and machines downwards into a mighty gulf. For the
trembling, and thundering of the earth had been the result and
accompaniments of a terrible earth-quake, that now swallowed up the
whole pursuing host--land and aerial, alike.
For a moment or two no sound came from the mighty crowd of
miraculously-delivered refugees. Then, suddenly, one of the late
priests of the Temple, a chorister-priest, burst into song:
"_Sing unto the Lord, for He hath triumphed gloriously. The Lord is my
strength and my song, and He is become my salvation: He is my
God . . . . My father's God, and I will exalt Him. The Lord is a Man
of war: the Lord is His name. Our enemy's chariots and his host hath
He cast into the earth . . . . Thy right hand, O Lord, is become
glorious in power: Thy right hand, O Lord, dashed in pieces the enemy.
And in the greatness of Thine excellency Thou hast overthrown them that
rose up against Thee; Thou sentest forth Thy wrath, which consumed
them._"
Almost in the instant of the starting of the song, thousands of Jews,
(and Gentiles, as well) had recognized the Red Sea Triumph Song, and
had joined the voice of the leader. What a swell of triumph it was!
On, on they sang:
"_The enemy said: I will pursue, I will overtake; my lust shall be
satisfied upon them; I will draw my sword, and my hand shall destroy
them. Thou didst blow with Thy wind, and they were destroyed._
"_Who is like unto Thee, O Lord, among the Gods! Who is like Thee,
glorious in Holiness, fearful in praises, doing wonders. Thou
stretchedst out Thy right hand, the earth swallowed them. Thou in Thy
mercy hast led forth the people which Thou hast redeemed: Thou hast
guided them in Thy strength. The people shall hear, and be afraid:
sorrow shall take hold on the inhabitants of Palestine. Fear and dread
shall fall upon them: by the greatness of Thine arm they shall be as
still as a stone; till Thy people, O Lord, till the people pass over,
whom Thou hast purchased._
"_Thou shalt bring them in, and plant them in the mountain of Thine
inheritance, in the place, O Lord, which Thou hast made, in the
Sanctuary, O Lord, which Thy hands have established. The Lord shall
reign for ever and ever._"
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