The Day Storm Of Thunder. Poem by Samuel Bamford

The black clouds hover;
Frowning masses crowd
Before the sullen wind;
Darkness spreads around!
A flash doth sever
That impending shroud,
And light gleams forth behind!
The loud, long, thunder sound
Booms o'er the world with crash and dread rebound!

Now, where yon clouds are blending,
Like rolling mists descending,
The winds awake!
The rain in torrents poureth,
The frozen hail down show'reth,
The lightnings break.
The pine, which waved to heaven,
Is smitten down and riven;
The firm earth shakes;
Whilst darkening and bright'ning,
Now roaring, and now light'ning,
The thunder speaks!

What saith that shout of thunder,
In words of awe and wonder?
It saith, 'I come!
From God's eternal throne.
Who doth the kingdoms own
Of earth and heaven ample,
I come, I come!
His chariots are unbound;
Ten thousand thousand trample
The starry dome
Of creation around.
The wind and rain,
The fire and snow,
Move ill JEHOVAH'S train,
And with his armies go!'