Description of Jehovah, from the XVIIIth psalm. LADD

He spoke: and lo! the heav'ns were bow'd; High on cherubic wings he rode, Majestic to behold. Profoundest night, the dark abyss, And the thick gloom of all the skies, Beneath his feet were roll'd.

Tempestuous winds about him past, Sublime upon each winged blast, The great Jehovah came. He flew abroad, all cloth'd in fire, But bade thick clouds of smoke aspire, To wrap the awful flame.

Infolding skies his brightness veil'd: And, in the depth of night, conceal'd, His dread pavilion stood. The blacken'd clouds around him sweep, And the dark waters of the deep Enthrone their sovereign God.

Midst pealing thunders, fire, and smoke, Jehovah awful silence broke, And shook the pow'rs beneath: The rapid lightnings of the sky, In awful dread of the MOST HIGH, Were scatter'd by his breath.