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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418845" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thoughts On Jesus Christ's Decent Into Hell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHAT wondrous noise is heard around!<br>Through heaven exulting voices sound,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A mighty army marches on<br>By thousand millions follow'd, lo,<br>To yon dark place makes haste to go</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God's Son, descending from His throne!<br>He goes--the tempests round Him break,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As Judge and Hero cometh He;<br>He goes--the constellations quake,<br>The sun, the world quake fearfully.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see Him in His victor-car,<br>On fiery axles borne afar,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who on the cross for us expired.<br>The triumph to yon realms He shows,--<br>Remote from earth, where star ne'er glows,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The triumph He for us acquired.<br>He cometh, Hell to extirpate,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whom He, by dying, wellnigh kill'd;<br>He shall pronounce her fearful fate<br>Hark! now the curse is straight fulfill'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hell sees the victor come at last,<br>She feels that now her reign is past,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She quakes and fears to meet His sight;<br>She knows His thunders' terrors dread,<br>In vain she seeks to hide her head,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Attempts to fly, but vain is flight;<br>Vainly she hastes to 'scape pursuit</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And to avoid her Judge's eye;<br>The Lord's fierce wrath restrains her foot<br>Like brazen chains,--she cannot fly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here lies the Dragon, trampled down,<br>He lies, and feels God's angry frown,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He feels, and grinneth hideously;<br>He feels Hell's speechless agonies,<br>A thousand times he howls and sighs:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Oh, burning flames! quick, swallow me!&quot;<br>There lies he in the fiery waves,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By torments rack'd and pangs infernal,<br>Instant annihilation craves,<br>And hears, those pangs will be eternal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those mighty squadrons, too, are here,<br>The partners of his cursed career,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet far less bad than he were they.<br>Here lies the countless throng combined,<br>In black and fearful crowds entwined,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While round him fiery tempests play;<br>He sees how they the Judge avoid,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sees the storm upon them feed,<br>Yet is not at the sight o'erjoy'd,<br>Because his pangs e'en theirs exceed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Son of Man in triumph passes<br>Down to Hell's wild and black morasses,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there unfolds His majesty.<br>Hell cannot bear the bright array,<br>For, since her first created day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Darkness alone e'er govern'd she.<br>She lay remote from ev'ry light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With torments fill'd in Chaos here;<br>God turn'd for ever from her sight<br>His radiant features' glory clear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within the realms she calls her own,<br>She sees the splendour of the Son,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His dreaded glories shining forth;<br>She sees Him clad in rolling thunder,<br>She sees the rocks all quake with wonder,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When God before her stands in wrath.<br>She sees He comes her Judge to be,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She feels the awful pangs inside her,<br>Herself to slay endeavours she,<br>But e'en this comfort is denied her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now looks she back, with pains untold,<br>Upon those happy times of old,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When those glories gave her joy;<br>When yet her heart revered the truth,<br>When her glad soul, in endless youth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And rapture dwelt, without alloy.<br>She calls to mind with madden'd thought</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How over man her wiles prevail'd;<br>To take revenge on God she sought,<br>And feels the vengeance it entail'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God was made man, and came to earth.<br>Then Satan cried with fearful mirth:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;E'en He my victim now shall be!&quot;<br>He sought to slay the Lord Most High,<br>The world's Creator now must die;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, Satan, endless woe to thee!<br>Thou thought'st to overcome Him then,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rejoicing in His suffering;<br>But he in triumph comes again<br>To bind thee: Death! where is thy sting?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Speak, Hell! where is thy victory?<br>Thy power destroy'd and scatter'd see!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Know'st thou not now the Highest's might?<br>See, Satan, see thy rule o'erthrown!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By thousand-varying pangs weigh'd down,<br>Thou dwell'st in dark and endless night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As though by lightning struck thou liest,<br>No gleam of rapture far or wide;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In vain! no hope thou there decriest,--<br>For me alone Messiah died!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A howling rises through the air,<br>A trembling fills each dark vault there,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Christ to Hell is seen to come.<br>She snarls with rage, but needs must cower<br>Before our mighty hero's power;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He signs--and Hell is straightway dumb.<br>Before his voice the thunders break,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On high His victor-banner blows;<br>E'en angels at His fury quake,<br>When Christ to the dread judgment goes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now speaks He, and His voice is thunder,<br>He speaks, the rocks are rent in sunder,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His breath is like devouring flames.<br>Thus speaks He: &quot;Tremble, ye accurs'd!<br>He who from Eden hurl'd you erst,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your kingdom's overthrow proclaims.<br>Look up! My children once were ye,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your arms against Me then ye turn'd,<br>Ye fell, that ye might sinners be,<br>Ye've now the wages that ye earn'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;My greatest foeman from that day,<br>Ye led my dearest friends astray,--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As ye had fallen, man must fall.<br>To kill him evermore ye sought,<br>'They all shall die the death,' ye thought;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But howl! for Me I won them all.<br>For them alone did I descend,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For them pray'd, suffer'd, perish'd I.<br>Ye ne'er shall gain your wicked end;<br>Who trusts in Me shall never die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;In endless chains here lie ye now,<br>Nothing can save you from the slough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not boldness, not regret for crime.<br>Lie, then, and writhe in brimstone fire!<br>'Twas ye yourselves drew down Mine ire,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lie and lament throughout all time!<br>And also ye, whom I selected,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">E'en ye forever I disown,<br>For ye My saving grace rejected<br>Ye murmur? blame yourselves alone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Ye might have lived with Me in bliss,<br>For I of yore had promis'd this;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye sinn'd, and all My precepts slighted<br>Wrapp'd in the sleep of sin ye dwelt,<br>Now is My fearful judgment felt,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By a just doom your guilt requited.&quot;--<br>Thus spake He, and a fearful storm</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From Him proceeds, the lightnings glow,<br>The thunders seize each wicked form,<br>And hurl them in the gulf below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The God-man closeth Hell's sad doors,<br>In all His majesty He soars</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From those dark regions back to light.<br>He sitteth at the Father's side;<br>Oh, friends, what joy doth this betide!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For us, for us He still will fight!<br>The angels sacred quire around</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rejoice before the mighty Lord,<br>So that all creatures hear the sound:<br>&quot;Zebaoth's God be aye ador'd!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Johann+Wolfgang+von+Goethe">Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</a><div class=q>
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Through heaven exulting voices sound,

A mighty army marches on
By thousand millions follow'd, lo,
To yon dark place makes haste to go

God's Son, descending from His throne!
He goes--the tempests round Him bre..."></div>
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