They writhed and tore
In ecstasies of grief and rage. At last
They hung their heads in mute despair, and looked
Upon the ground.”
Baal could do nothing: our next reading will show us what Jehovah did.
The God we serve maintains his throne
Above the clouds, beyond the skies;
Through all the earth his will is done;
He knows our groans, he hears our cries.
But the vain idols men adore
Are senseless shapes of stone or wood;
At best a mass of glittering ore,
A silver saint, or golden god.
Shine forth in all thy dreadful name!
Why should a Papist’s haughty tongue
Insult us, and to bring us shame,
Set up the gods dethroned so long?