Scattered seeds [verse] by Y.S.N.

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1860 ...now hangs the Holy One, The "man of sorrows," heir to David's throne, Scorn'd and contemn'd, rejected by His own. Bearing the burthen of His peoples' woes, Their guilt and chastisement; the while He knows, His Father's face a moment turn'd aside From Him--the Lamb of God--the Crucified! Behold the man! By angel-hosts ador'd, E'en from His birth proclaim'd, as Christ the Lord, Doth He dare claim the Godhead as his right, Now, in the hour of Satan's direst might? Deceiving others and himself deceiv'd, Deserted e'en by those who once believ'd His words as truth--hark how they now deride The claims divine, of Christ the Crucified! Behold the man! A God-like man e'en now, Whilst fast the death-dews gather on His brow, The thief beside Him, owns His wond'rous power, And calls Him "Lord!" in that, His darkest hour; And He, with God-like majesty replies--"This day thou'lt be with me in Paradise!" He yields His soul--the veil is rent aside,--"This was the Son of God, whom men have crucified!" Easter Sunday, 1860. HEN nations against nations rise, And kings to dust are hurl'd; When pestilence and famine rage, And desolate a world; When war and carnage-walk the earth, And kingdoms quake with fear,--Then men bow down and trembling own, The hand of God is here! When thrones that have for ages stood, Are blasted in a day; Then monarchs own the Lord of Lords, And feel themselves but clay. When awful thunders roll around, And rocks are rent in twain; When livid lightnings lick the ground, And human help is vain; Then men cry out, "the Lord is God, A jealous God is He! Father of mercies, hear and save! We worship none but Thee!" We own Him when the billows rage, We serve Him in the storm, And in the dreadful whirlwind trace ...