GOD spake to Him, in human weakness bowed
As none have been beside,
Of His high Godhead. Can you find the words,
Which are to Him applied?
The land, whose kings bring presents to the King of kings.
To God he grateful praises sang to harp’s sweet strings.
The prophet who his brethren’s cruelty forbad.
To please the king he built what made the righteous sad.
The king, chief mourner, followed to a great man’s grave.
By faith she risked her life, two of God’s host to save.
Once strong in pride, now buried ‘neath the ocean’s wave.
He brought sweet comfort to the loving prisoner’s breast.
The queen her people saved by making him her guest.
The name they gave their altar when they sought their rest.
Father to him who nobly did a kinsman’s part.
His river he preferred to God’s in pride of heart.
She blessed is declared, because she God believed.
Her hands outstretched to God, by idols long received.
UNCLE R.