Wrath is coming upon "the beloved city," even
"wrath unto the uttermost." The tender and delicate mother is
devouring her darling infant. The sword of men is executing the
vengeance of God. The earth is emptying its inhabitants into the
bottomless pit. On every hand are "confused noises, and garments
rolled in blood." Fire and sword fill the land with consternation and
dismay. Amid the universal devastation wild shrieks and despairing
groans fill the air. God of mercy! is Thy ear heavy, that Thou canst
not hear? or Thy arm shortened, that Thou canst not save? The heavens
above are brass, and the earth beneath is iron; for Jehovah is pouring
His indignation upon His adversaries, and He will not pity or spare.
Verily, "the misery of man is great upon him"! Behold the wretched
fallen creature! The pestilence pursues him. The leprosy cleaves to
him. Consumption is wasting him. Inflammation is devouring his vitals.
Burning fever has seized upon the very springs of life. The destroying
angel has overtaken the sinner in his sins. The hand of God is upon
him. The fires of wrath are kindling about him, drying up every well
of comfort, and scorching all his hopes to ashes.
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