BETA

Malachi.

The final predictions of this Pro-
phet are well known for their power-
ful and lofty threatenings of national
ruin. Yet the condition of his coun-
try at the moment, was unquestionably
the last which could have justified any
human conjecture of its dissolution by
Divine vengeance. The people had
but lately rebuilt their Temple, had
conformed to the renewed law of their
fathers, had received the recovered
Scriptures, and had commenced a
new and purified polity. That there
were remnants of the habits and cor-
ruptions of Babylonish life among
them, is obvious from his rebukes,
and those of Zechariah and Ezra. But
those were slight stains, and the error
which was predicted as the final source
of their ruin—a ruin, too, at the dis-
tance of four hundred years—was of
a wholly opposite character,—the na-
tional disdain of contact with the Gen-
tile world, the national pride in the
exclusiveness of their religion, and the
national vindictiveness against that
Mightiest of all Teachers, and Su-
preme of all Sovereigns, who came to
announce the admission of mankind
into the privileges of Israel. Inde-
pendently of our direct knowledge of
the universal inspiration of Scripture,
this utter dissimilarity to human con-
clusions must make us feel that this
awful denouncement of the matured
vices of a land, then in their first pe-
riod of regeneration, was the work
of a knowledge above man. Malachi
is said to have died young, after as-
sisting the members of the Great Sy-
nagogue in the re-establishment of
the law of the nation.
The day cometh that shall burn
as an oven ; and all the proud, yea, and
all that do wickedly, shall be stubble.

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But unto you that fear my name
shall the Sun of Righteousness arise.

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And ye shall tread down the
wicked ; for they shall be ashes under
the soles of your feet, in the day that
I shall do this, saith the Lord of Hosts.

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Behold I will send you Elijah
the Prophet, before the coming of the
great and dreadful day of the Lord.”
Malachi, ch. iv.
A sound on the rampart,1
A sound at the gate ;2
I hear the roused lioness3
Howl to her mate.4
In the thicket at midnight,5
They roar for the prey6
That shall glut their red jaws7
At the rising of day.8
For wrath is descending9
On Zion’s proud tower ;10
It shall come like a cloud,11
It shall wrap like a shroud,12
Till, like Sodom, she sleeps13
In a sulphurous shower.14
For behold ! the day cometh,15
When all shall be flame ;16
When, Zion ! the sackcloth17
Shall cover thy name ;18
When thy bark o’er the billows19
Of Death shall be driven ;20
When thy tree, by the lightnings,21
From earth shall be riven :22
When the oven, unkindled23
By mortal, shall burn ;24
And like chaff thou shalt glow25
In that furnace of woe ;26
And, dust as thou wert,27
Thou to dust shalt return.28
’Tis the darkness of darkness,29
The midnight of soul !30
No moon on the depths31
Of that midnight shall roll.32
No starlight shall pierce33
Through that life-chilling haze ;34
No torch from the roof35
Of the Temple shall blaze.36
But, when Israel is buried37
In final despair,38
From a height o’er all height,39
God of God, Light of Light,40
Her Sun shall arise—41
Her great Sovereign be there !42
Then the sparkles of flame,43
From his chariot-wheels hurl’d,44
Shall smite the crown’d brow45
Of the God of this world !46
Then, captive of ages !47
The trumpet shall thrill48
From the lips of the seraph49
On Zion’s sweet hill.50
For, vestured in glory,51
Thy monarch shall come.52
And from dungeon and cave53
Shall ascend the pale slave :54
Lost Judah shall rise,55
Like the soul from the tomb !56
Who rushes from Heaven ?57
The angel of wrath ;58
The whirlwind his wing,59
And the lightning his path.60
His hand is uplifted,61
It carries a sword :62
’Tis Elijah ! he heralds63
The march of his Lord !64
Sun, sink in eclipse !65
Earth, earth, shalt thou stand,66
When the cherubim wings67
Bear the King-of thy kings ?68
Woe, woe to the ocean,69
Woe, woe to the land !70
’Tis the day long foretold,71
’Tis the judgment begun ;72
Gird thy sword, Thou most Mighty !73
Thy triumph is won.74
The idol shall burn75
In his own gory shrine :76
Then, daughter of anguish,77
Thy dayspring shall shine !78
Proud Zion, thy vale79
With the olive shall bloom,80
And the musk-rose distil81
Its sweet dews on thy hill ;82
For earth is restored,83
The great kingdom is come !84