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ISAIAH 10:3

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Oct 9, 1879

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 54, No. 16.

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ISAIAH 10:3.

By Mrs. L. D. A. Stuttle

Oh! where will ye fly in that burning day When the rolling heavens shall pass away, And the trembling sinner in vain shall pray For the covering rocks to fall, That they may be hid from the face of Him Who sits enthroned ’mid the seraphim, The terrible Judge of all?
Oh! where will ye fly when the angels bright Shall gather the saints to those realms of light? What dark despair like the shades of night On thy trembling heart shall roll? “Depart, depart, for I know you not.” Thy fearful doom is the scoffer’s lot, The loss of the priceless soul.
Thy gold and silver shall not avail— The cherished hopes of thy life shall fail, And sad indeed is the bitter wail That rings from the anguished heart! Flee, sinner, flee from the wrath to come, Ere the mighty Judge shall have sealed thy doom, By the terrible word, “Depart.”
MRS. L. D. A. STUTTLE. Vernon, Mich.