mountain_sanctuary – The Reformation
THE MOUNTAIN SANCTUARY, Bleak was the winter Sabbath morn, When the persecuted left their caves, To worship the Most High. An unfrequented mountain-gorge Received a trembling flock ; Their canopy was mist and clouds— Their altar was the rock. And from that lonely, rugged spot, Ascended, rich and rare, The incense of the contrite heart— […]
