Affliction of Assyria

The sun had grown dark on that fearful day When Rabshakah, the Assyrian entered the fray; Their armor and weapons glittered like gold As they surged ’cross the plains to storm Israel’s fold. But Hezekiah the king sought the Lord in prayer To beseech God Almighty, His mercy to share; The Lord would respond, then gave His command To smite the Assyrian and deliver the land. The Assyrian hordes were filled with flawed pride Their faith in false gods, their treacherous guide; They mounted their horses to charge for the gain In their lust for the power that would end in pain For the angel of death smote Sennacherib’s camp And the fires of war were put out like a lamp; The fields of green grass were transformed to a flood That flowed on the ground as rivers of blood. The legions lay dead with their eyes opened wide And the host of their horses lay dead at their side; The wind stole their cry from the pride of their breath And gave its revenge in the silence of death. The sons and the wives in their sorrow now weep For the sickle of death had a harvest to reap; The battle was won by the grace of the Lord Who humbles the proud with the truth of His Word. Isaiah 36 and 37