A City of Scripture No. 3
This city’s streets a holy prophet trod,
And one went out to meet the man of God
With camels bearing many a precious thing
Sent as a present from a dying king.
And Le-re dwelt one, head of a soldier-band,
The Lord had given deliverance by his hand.
This was the home of him who knelt to pray,
“Oh Lord,” he said, “send me good speed this day;”
His prayer was heard, and then he bowed his head
Low to the ground in gratitude, and said,
“Blessed be the Lord of mercy and of might,
I, being in the way, He led me right.”
A conquering king brought down this city’s pride
When two and twenty thousand warriors died;
He placed there garrisons of fighting men,
And all its people were his servants then.
But, later on, another monarch rose
Who found the people there his fiercest foes,
Rezon was king, and all the time he reigned
An enmity to Israel he maintained.
Here, afterwards, a king of Judah came
And served its gods, his ruin and his shame
Copied its altar; then high places built,
And brought his kingdom low with all his guilt.
But judgment is pronounced against this place,
Glory departs, and sorrow comes apace.
Though once she bought the costly wares of Tyre,
Yet in her walls must burn consuming fire;
Saith God, “For three transgressions, yea, for four,
I will not turn away My vengeance sore.”
Yet here a soul was filled with heavenly light,
And heard the gracious words, “Receive thy sight.”
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