Phineas F. Bresee - A Prince In Israel - Media Sabda Org

Thus filled and thrilled from heart to fingertips,
He preached with burning unction from on high,
And everywhere, with heaven-anointed lips,
He told of Jesus' power to sanctify.
God gave him souls, and multitudes he led
Unto the Fountain that makes wholly pure,
While to the hungry he gave heavenly bread,
In Jesus' name, and taught them to endure.
At last God called him in a wondrous way
To follow Jesus as the Nazarene;
And organize His people for the fray
With sin and Satan and the hosts unclean.
A hundred other holy heroes knelt
Around him on that great, momentous day,
And formed a band in whom the Savior dwelt,
And mightily His power did display.
By voice and pen and constant sacrifice,
This man of God the holy battle waged,
While sympathy he gave and counsel wise,
To those who with him in the war engaged.
The movement spread, prospered by power divine,
From California to the Atlantic's shore;
And multitudes of saints sprang into line,
Both North and South, and all the country o'er.
But in the thickest fight I see this man,
And hear his clarion voice denouncing sin
While looking heavenward he leads the van,
And trusts in God the victory to win.
His erstwhile raven locks are silv'ry now;
His form is not as sturdy as before.
For seventy years and three have touched his brow,
And brought him nearer the eternal shore.
All thro' the long, long years of holy strife,
He ever found encouragement and cheer
From her who in his youth became his wife--
A noble woman, one who is the peer
Of all the heroines of Holy Writ,
Of Hannah, Esther, Deborah, or Ruth,
Those saintly souls, who, thro' the ages sit
Enthroned on high, exemplars of the truth.