He held the lamp of Truth that day
So low that none could miss the way;
And yet so high to bring in sight
That picture fair, "The World's Great Light,"
That, gazing up-the lamp between-
The hand that held it scarce was seen !

He held the pitcher, stooping low,
To lips of little ones below;
Then raised it to the weary saint
And bade him drink, when sick and faint.
They drank-the pitcher thus between-
The hand that held it scarce was seen !

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 thus between,
The hand that held it scarce was seen!

But when the Captain says, "Well done,
Thou good and faithful servant-come!
Lay down the pitcher and the lamp,
Lay down the trumpet, leave the camp,"
The faithful hand will then be seen,
Clasped in those pierced ones-nought between!

"We have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us " (2 Cor. 4:7).