King David by GEORGE E. TACK

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Oct 26, 1911

King David

By GEORGE E. TACK

GEORGE E. TACK

Thou tender shepherd of the hills And plains of Israel old, Who led thy flock by laughing rills, In valleys gleamed with gold,

Ah! never sang the birds so sweet As thou when tuned thy harp. Thou sangst the summer morn to greet, By stream or battled scarp.

Upon the silent wings of time, Thy songs inspired are borne, That ever sweetly ring and chime, Week-day and Sabbath morn.

Thou sangst of him, the Son of God, The Lord, our judge and king, Who'll rule the nations with a rod; Of Christ thou oft didst sing.

And he who judges not the man, As judges man, by sight, Took thee from out thy race and clan, To rule with holy might.

A king for God, thou lived and wrought, And nobly did thy part; And though thou sinned, thou pardon sought; Man after God's own heart.

And O that Israel of to-day Might know thy faith, and rend The heart, and own Messiah's sway, Whose years shall know no end.

Baltimore, Md.