THE sun had sunk behind the hills
Ere Nicodemus came
Where Jesus was, for he had heard
Much of His blessed name:
And now, beneath the shades of night,
When all was sunk to rest,
He hastens for awhile to be
The God-sent Teacher’s guest.
“I know Thou art from God,” he said,
“None but Thyself can do
The wondrous works, which, daily done
By Thee, we wond’ring view.”
But Jesus answered, and His words
Were simple, few, and plain,
As one who knew the worth of souls—
“Ye must be born again!”
And then in words, with marv’lous skill,
The love of God He told;
How He must be uplifted, as
The serpent was of old.
That all who on Him should believe,
Eternal life should have,
For He was come into the world
The guilty world to save.
And so the hours of night passed on,
Nor were they spent in vain,
For Nicodemus heard the word,
And he was born again;
And while the Saviour sojourned here
He never from Him turned,
And ne’er forgot the saving truth
That night with Christ he learned.
But now, uplifted on the Cross
The Lord of life has been,
Has answered all the claims of God—
Has borne the sinners’ sin:
The best, most precious proof of love
That heaven itself could give;
The serpent’s antitype; and all
Who look unto Him—live!