Naaman hears the prophet's word,
Dip thyself in Jordan's wave;
Seven times thou shalt go down;
So thy cleanness thou shalt save.
Nay, but Naaman will not stoop
In the dull descending stream:
Abana, winding bright and sweet
Over many pleasant stones,
Pharpar, wide and warm and fleet—
These alone shall lave his feet!
Still he hears the prophet's word,
Wash in Jordan seven times;
Wash, and cleanness thou shalt know.
Down beneath the Jordan's wave
His wayward feet like children's go;
Down his haughty brow bends low.
God of Israel! Naaman, meek,
Knows Thee now as Lord—and All.
