The great Antitype of David visited his brethren below, his Father sending him to us with heavenly food, and messages of love. Alas, like David, he met with a churlish reception, “he came unto his own and his own received him not.” The Lord grant that in our hearts he may ever find a welcome.
O Son of Jesse come
Into our camp to day;
Bring with thee much-loved food from home,
And bear our pledge away.
Goliath’s threatening words
Oft make thy people fear;
Vain are our numbers, and our swords,
Till thou art with us here.