He held the lantern, stooping low,
So low that none could miss the way,
And yet so high, to bring in sight
That picture fair--the world's great Light,
That gazing up--the lamp between--
The hand that held it scarce was seen.
He held the pitcher--stooping low
To lips of little ones below,
Then raised it to the weary saint
And bade him drink when sick and faint!
They drank--the pitcher thus between,
The hand that held it scarce was seen.
He blew the trumpet soft and low
To call the waiting soldiers near,
And then with louder notes and bold
To raze the walls of Satan's hold!
The trumpet coming thus between,
The hand that held it scarce was seen.
And when the Captain says, "Well done,
Thou good and faithful servant, come
Lay down the pitcher and the lamp.
Lay down the trumpet--leave the camp,"
The weary hands will then be seen,
Clasped in those pierced Ones--
Naught between. 1
- Unknown
1 – Ord L. Morrow and John I. Paton, Poems for Sunshine and Shadow, Volume 1 (Lincoln, Nebraska: Back to the Bible, 1962), 58.
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