Luke 6, 16
WHO are these with fruit and beauty
In a famined earth?
In the deeps of Grace's glory
They have had their birth.
Fruit from off the Tree of Wisdom,
(Gold could never price),
In the garden God hath planted,
His own paradise.
In a richer grace than Zion's
They are sent to shine,
Whence the ark itself is dwelling,
He—the Life divine.
Not Jerusalem that rested
Neath Mount Zion's care,
Blest indeed, but Joab-builded,
Soon his fate to share:
Walled on earth, compact together—
Unity of sight,
Till the womb of counsel travailed
With the sons of Light.
Now, Jerusalem their “mother,"
From her timeless place,
Gives to Zion, out from heaven,
Treasures of “all grace."
There they joy and there they worship,
There, the Head and Spring,
Rivers of whose living waters,
They, the vessels, bring.
Thence they live, in favor nourished,
Children of the day,
Meting with the wondrous measure
Fit for such as they.
Not a mere position only
Have the Highest's sons;
They are " heirs through God "—His givers,
Consecrated ones.
Come—to prove they are His vessels,
Giving 'mid the wild commotion
Of the people's strife.
Givers, like the sun in heaven,
Silently below,
Blessing even “the unthankful”
Everywhere they go.
Joyous, in the steps and errands
Of the hidden Christ,
Satisfied ere yet they served Him,
With Himself sufficed.