p. 195 | THE DARK DAY OF 1780 by H. C. Crumb

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 6, 1860

THE DARK DAY OF 1780.

By H. C. Crumb

[Bro. Smith: The following piece of poetry I copy from an old script, that was taken from a print many years ago. I copy that part of it which relates to the dark day. It shows how it was regarded at that time. H. C. Crumb.]

Let us adore and bow before The sovereign Lord of might, Who turns away the shining day Into the shades of night.

All nature stands when he commands, Or changes in its course; His mighty hand rules sea and land, He is the Lord of hosts.

Nineteenth of May, a gloomy day, When darkness veiled the sky, The sun's decline may be a sign Some great event is nigh.

Let us remark how black and dark Was the ensuing night, And for a time the moon's decline, Which did not give her light.

Can mortal man this wonder scan, Or tell a second cause? Did not our God then shake his rod, And check strong nature's laws?

What great event next will be sent Upon this guilty land, He only knows who can dispose All things at his command.

And now let all who hear this call, And saw the day so dark, Make haste away without delay, And get into the ark.

Then safe shall he forever be, That doth to Jesus come; He need not fear though death be near, For heaven shall be his home.