English poem
Xii. [10]
by Michael Wigglesworth (1631–1705)
Some hide themselves in Caves and Delves, in places under ground: Some rashly leap into the Deep, to ’scape by being drown’d: Some to the Rocks (O senseless blocks!) and woody mountains run. That there they might this fearful sight, and dreaded Presence shun.
XIII.
In vain do they to Mountains say, “Fall on us and us hide From Judge’s ire, more hot than Fire, for who may it abide?“ No hiding place can from his Face sinners at all conceal, Whose flaming Eye hid things doth spy, and darkest things reveal.