THE RE-ENACTMENT by Vesta N. Cudworth

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jun 16, 1868

THE RE-ENACTMENT.

By Vesta N. Cudworth

AIR.—Star-spangled Banner,

JEHOVAH came down in his chariot of light— His fiery wheels rolling in awful commotion— To the prophet of old, on the wild mountain height, That rock’d in the flames, like a ship on the ocean, Six days they were wrapped in the glory of God, And devouring fire was the path which they trod: His law, on the seventh, ’mid thunderings he taught, That his Precepts might never on earth be forgot.

As peal upon peal from the trump of God roll’d Its thundering echoes o’er ocean and valley, Jehovah his glorious truth did unfold ’Mid grandeurs untold, and ineffable glory; He writes not with pen, for the trace would be dim, Nor ink, that would fade like a treacherous dream; But with his own finger he sank in the rock Ten Precepts, that must not on earth be forgot.

Mount Sinai’s top was God’s audience room, His auditor, Moses, meek, fearless in duty, Who wist not how brightly his loving face shone, As he talked with the glorious King in his beauty. Whose feet kiss’d the clouds, as with finger alone He wrote out a law that was old as his throne; His book was a leaf from the time-beaten rock, That his Precepts might never by man be forgot.

VESTA N. CUDWORTH.

Springfield, Mass.