His Holiness

He spoke these words "Stretch forth thine hand"

He Whose followers as grains of sand

Would reach to every shore on earth

To humbly offer man's rebirth

The Summons had arrived that Day

And those who witnessed could not say

That they had any cause to falter

For God Himself was at the altar

The people who had gathered waited

Some filled with love, while others hated

Eyes opened wide, intent on seeing

The crowd transfixed by Jesus' Being

Some murmured that He hath a devil

And therefore, He, in sin, doth revel

While others saw the Father's Son

And bowed before His Holy One

The withered man saw in His eyes

What lowliness could not disguise

He had not where to lay His head

Yet this Man could raise from the dead

His hand he lifted as commanded

The verdict soon would be demanded

To crucify this Promised One

Whose Holiness outshone the sun

The crowd then gazed on Christ's perfection

The man was whole, no imperfection

The pure in heart thus gained salvation

The wayward drifted toward damnation

O Jesus, Thou beloved Christ

Who leaveth no one unsufficed

To Thee we lift our withered soul

And pray Thee that Thou make it whole

A Risen Christ His sheep doth call

Lord of the Sabbath, Saviour of all

Who one time tread the Promised Land

Exalted now at God's right Hand