English poem
Ccvi. [166]
by Michael Wigglesworth (1631–1705)
That word “Depart” maugre their heart, It is put in drives every wicked one, With mighty pow’r, the self-same hour, far from the Judge’s Throne. Away they’re chas’d by the strong blast of his Death-threat’ning mouth; They flee full fast, as if in haste, although they be full loath.