The Evangelist

He held the Lamp of Truth, at night,

So low that none could miss the Light,

And yet so high that men could trace

That vision fair, the Saviour's face.

Thus, though the Lamp was held between,

The hand that held it was unseen.

He held the pitcher, stooping low

To thirsty dying souls below,

Then raised it to the drooping saint

And bade him drink, when sick and faint.

They drank-the cup was held between

The hand that held it was unseen.

He blew the trumpet, soft and clear,

That trembling sinners need not fear,

And then with louder note and bold,

To raze the walls of Satan's hold.

The trumpet coming then between,

The hand that held it ne'er was seen.

But when the Master says, "Well done,

Thou good and faithful servant, come,

Lay down the pitcher, and the lamp,

Lay down the trumpet, leave the camp,"

The servant's hand will then between

The Master's welcome hands be seen.

ANON.

unknown | Dec 1954
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