2 Kings 5
WHAT great events, what mighty things,
To trifles owe their birth!
What noble rivers flow from springs
Half-hidden in the earth!
This truth in that sweet tale is seen,
Whose freshness ne’er can fade,
Of lep’rous Naaman, cur’d and. clean,
All through his little maid.
Though mighty he, and braver none,
And she a captive slave,
Yet could this weak and humble one
Her master’s blessing crave.
She Israel’s holy prophet knew,
Her mind on God was stay’d;
And words of faith and love He drew
From this same little maid.
She had but breath’d her warm, desire,
Her faith in God express’d,
When He convey’d the spark of fire
Into her master’s breast.
He who on winds the seed can wing
To soil whence springs the blade,
To Naaman’s heart His word could bring,
Spoke by the little maid.
The Leper to the Prophet went,
God’s pow’r and grace were seen,
And Naaman soon in worship bent;
He’d wash’d and. he was clean.
Thus by the weak was God made known,
His glory He display’d,
The seed was in His mercy sown
By her, the little maid.
We who are young, and Jesus love,
Should learn while others teach,
But we can ask the Lord above
To bless the Word they preach;
And though we are but frail and weak,
We need not be afraid,
But of our Saviour meekly speak,
Just like this little maid.
T.