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He always was with us since time began

Mysteriously in hidden various ways

Though time was not fulfilled, yet His domain

Was with us, for He loved the human race.



In silence fell His seed to gently grow,-

It thrived, but yearned for clearer brighter light;

Nations of days gone by would kneel and bow

To worship in their dispensation’s rite.



With care infinite His protective hand

On the befitting path let man advance

Good shepherd, anchor and illuminant

Dispensing beams of light and sustenance.



To bards of old He gave the ringing chime;

And Grecian poets sang of tragedy,

Catharsis, - spurred by their heart-rending rhyme

Bade myth to bow and yield to mystery.



Vedaic sutras and the Brahmin’s gong,

The padded hammers’ stroke of eastern rite

Love for Himself did take this fervent song

And made the worshippers His satellite.



Past heroes bane,- inexorable fate-

Their fickle gods that idly roamed the earth

Inane and powerless to obviate

Preordained fate, defeat and Sheol’s curse.



Yet Love was there, although they knew it not,

Heard their afflictions and their anguished cry

Revealed to them there was a loving God

A God that saved, redeemed and stood closer by.



Love touched the lips and heaving alien breast

Weighed in and set the dazzled soul aflame

Consoled, - Behold - Sheol Delenda Est

And paynim’s tongue confessed the Saving Name



The Saving Name, triumphant, vanquishing

Be praised on every tongue on every shore

Proclaim the name of Jesus, let it ring.

Throughout all ages and for evermore.