The king whom Abram slew to save Lot’s life.
The king whose son took Jezebel to wife.
The king whose pride by God was brought down low.
The king who, fearful, to a witch did go.
The king’s son who was murdered on his bed.
The king who mourned in song his foe when dead.
The king who to Jehoiachin was kind.
The king who would not aged counselors mind.
The king whose warlike kelp king Ahaz prayed.
The king who begged that God would grant him aid.
The king who cruelly died by Ehud’s blade.
The king whose mother words of wisdom taught.
The king’s court which the gentle Esther sought.
The king-built city where a king was slain.
The king’s consoler sent to ease his pain.
The king whose brothers twain their father slew.
The king who, more than any, heavenly wisdom knew.
Combine the initials of these royal names;
They give a text which man’s poor splendor shame.
In summer glory God the earth arrays,
And crowns with beauty the succeeding dap.
Go, walk the fields, and breathe the fragrant air,
And mark the perfect wisdom everywhere:
What palace is there like the vaulted sky?
What king’s attire can with these flow’rets vie?
And He, who clothest thus the verdant-field,
To us the needed blessing daily yield.