[Pg 35]

A High Praise

King Simon he was a rich man, in land and silver and gold.

In sheep and cattle and wealth untold.

He also worshiped Jehovah; this was that king Simon in the days of old.

Every year he came to Zion to sacrifice—his cattle all arrayed in the finest of gold.

Great respect he had for Jehovah, moving on in the laws of light in the things he was told.

He said to his bearers at dawn, "Let us arise and away.

There is a sacrifice in Zion and I want to be there to pray."

Perhaps he will respect these mites of ours before his altar we convey.

There was sorrow in Zion, the heavens were all faded and gray.

Jehovah had hid his face from the children of the world, and taken his spirit away.

His son, assailed with their wrath, sang beneath the diheftie in the gates of the city that day.

They cried, "yonder comes that Nigger in his silken chariot of gold.

Come down you king, or we will crucify you and your fold."

But tears of sorrow for one among man, only revealed the thoughts of his soul.

He picked up the diheftie and away, and laid it down on Calvary,

Then said to his bearers, "Send those sheep and cattle away—in the wilds let them go free.

For Jehovah's own son in this city of tears has ended such things for me."

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