Broadside #3 1847/04/07 - A Vision
In the
time of trouble,
we all fled from the cities and villages,
but were pursued by the wicked, who entered the houses of the saints
with the sword. They raised the sword to kill us, but it broke, and
fell, as powerless as a straw. Then we all cried day and night for
deliverance, and the cry came up before God. The sun came up, and the
moon stood still. The streams ceased to flow. Dark heavy clouds came
up, and clashed against each other. But there was one clear place of
settled glory, from whence came the voice of God like many waters,
which shook the heavens, and the earth. The sky opened and shut, and
was in commotion. The mountains shook like a reed in the wind, and cast
out ragged rocks all around. The sea boiled like a pot, and cast out
stones upon the land. And as God spoke the day and hour of Jesus
coming, and delivered the everlasting covenant to His people, He spoke
one sentence, and then paused, while the words were rolling through the
earth! The Israel of God stood with their eyes fixed upwards, listening
to the words as they came from the mouth of Jehovah, and rolled through
the earth like peals of loudest thunder! It was awfully solemn. At the
end of every sentence, the saints shouted, Glory! Hallelujah! Their
countenances were lighted up with the glory of God; and they shone with
the glory as Moses' face did when he came down from Sinai. The wicked
could not look on them, for the glory. And when the never ending
blessing was pronounced on those who had honored God, in keeping His
Sabbath holy, there was a mighty shout of victory over the Beast, and
over his Image.
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