The word whereby the test was once applied,
Where nations met beside the swelling tide,
The portion of the day first named on earth,
The power that gave created things their birth.
The dried-up stem that blossom’d like the rose,
The number of the saints whose hands disclose
The Saviour’s mark. The prophet’s earnest call
To take the water offered unto all.
The twice-repeated words by God once spoken,
To save the house that all His laws had broken.
What Christ is to His Church? The frame wherein
Time’s cycles move. In what should we begin
To worship God? The word each one is bound
To speak, inviting others by the sound
To drink the living waters. Christ’s command
What those should be who seek the better land,
In what did the Creator fashion man,
Last of His works, but chief of all the plan?
The last bequest the Saviour gave to those
Who heard His voice in blessing when He rose.
That which the lilies do not, and yet they
A glory greater than a king display.
By what was judgment asked before the Lord,
When Joshua first assumed the leader’s sword?
What Christ declared the people went to see
Who waited on His herald’s ministry?
How the rich man shall sadly go away.
What those were said to be who should love God’s great day.
Christ spake the words, and all who seek His face
Shall find Him in them, full of truth and grace.