Come, Look Here, Ye Sons of Science

Come

look here

ye sons of sci­ence

Look upon the dy­ing man;

On the cross is his re­li­ance:

Faith does more than rea­son can.

Read his tri­umph in his eyes:

Thus it is the Christ­ian dies.

Boast no more

ye sons of sci­ence:

Death was nev­er foiled by you;

To your arms he bids de­fi­ance:

Safe from all that you can do:

Death comes smil­ing

when he sees

Arms against him such as these.

David once

by wis­dom guid­ed

Threw such arms as yours away:

And with oth­er arms pro­vid­ed

Sought the foe and won the day.

His no sword

nor spear

nor bow:

Yet he laid the migh­ty low.

Israel’s God the youth di­rect­ed

How to aim the dead­ly blow:

And with arms by Him se­lect­ed

David fought and slew the foe:

Israel’s God is still the same:

Saving those who know His name.

Happy they

who still con­fid­ing

In the strength of Is­ra­el’s God

And with arms of His pro­vid­ing

Meet the haugh­ty foe un­awed.

Though the con­flict prove se­vere:

They pre­vail

for God is near.