Bethel Baptist Church

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Joseph A. Teisan - January 2019

HOW DID GOD SAVE JERUSALEM FROM THE ASSYRIANS?

(2 Kings 19:32-35)

 

The Assyrian king, Sennacherib, surrounded Jerusalem with a mighty army and demanded surrender of the city.  His officers told Hezekiah, King of Judah, that no power could stand against the might of the Assyrian army (2 Kg. 18:33-35).  They made fun of the Lord God.  Hezekiah prayed and asked God to save Jerusalem (2 Kg. 19:14-19).  That night, God destroyed the whole Assyrian army with a miracle that showed His unlimited power.  “And it came to pass that night that the angel of the Lord went out and slew in the camp of the Assyrians 185,000; and when men arose early in the morning, behold they were all dead bodies” (2 Kg. 19:35).

 

The following poem by George Gordon (Lord Byron), gives a well-painted picture of how God’s miracle may have taken place around 700 B.C., outside the walls of Jerusalem.  Does the poet show a high view of the sovereignty of God? 

 

THE DESTRUCTION OF SENNACHERIB

By LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)

 

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,

And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;

And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,

When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.

 

Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,

That host with their banners at sunset were seen:

Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,

That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.

 

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,

And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;

And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,

And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still!

 

And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,

But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride;

And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,

And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

 

And there lay the rider distorted and pale,

With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail:

And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,

The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.

 

And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,

And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;

And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,

Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

 

Joseph A. Teisan

(1931 – 2018)