PESTILENCE—PLAGUE.
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And the Lord said unto Moses, Rise up early in the morning, and stand before Pharoah, and say unto him, Thus saith the Lord God of the Hebrews, Let my people go, that they may serve me.
For I will at this time send all my plagues upon thine heart, and upon thy servants, and upon thy people; that thou mayest know that there is none like me in all the earth.
For now I will stretch out my hand, that I may smite thee and thy people with pestilence; and thou shalt be cut off from the earth.—Exodus, ix. 13, 14, 15.
He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most high shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence.
There shall no evil befal thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.—Psalm xci. 1, 3, 10.
A terrible change is come; I see a cloud Brooding above the valley like the wing Of a destroying angel dark and dread; And in its awful depth I see a brow On which is stamped in fiery characters The one word—Plague. The beds of dewy flowers Are pressed by loathsome forms of dark disease, Putrid though living; some have dragged their weak And fainting limbs to where the pure stream glides, But sink ere they can quench their burning thirst In its cool waters; some bow down their heads In prayer, but the unfinished words are quelled By groans of agony; some wait for death With stubborn pride that scorns to murmur; some Rave of cool forests and of shady rivers, In their delirious pain; the dead and dying Tenant that valley only. C. L. Reddell.
From the sword at noonday wasting, From the noisome pestilence, In the depth of midnight blasting, God shall be thy sure defence. Thee, though winds and waves be swelling, God, thine hope, shall bear through all, Plague shall not come nigh thy dwelling, Thee no evil shall befall. J. Montgomery.