"Lazarus, come forth!" In might of Truth's dominion
The Master spake to one who had not died.
Death, the unreal, was vanquished in that moment;
And Lazarus, living, stood by Jesus' side.
Whence came that power, and whence that deep conviction
Of Truth's omnipotence over death's dread claim?
Not born at will to meet the need's assailing,
But fruit of consecrated thought's unfaltering aim.
Denying all that owns not God's dominion,
Denying death in all its unseen ways,
Life and Love triumphant he affirmed
Through all the peaceful tenor of his days.
Those silent years in Nazareth's sweet seclusion,
Weaving Truth's fabric, thread by patient thread,
Fashioned the seamless robe of Love's devising,
Which healed the sick and sinful—waked the dead.
From earliest days about His Father's business,
To manifest the Christ in thought and deed,
Brought him at last a Saviour's full fruition—
The power of Truth to meet a world's great need.
