Honor those who rule,
Pray for their salvation.
Though it be a fool,
Governing your nation.
Leaders who do right,
Deserve our double honor,
Those who rule in spite,
Hypocrites who lead,
Lead through loving honor,
Their love for praise and greed,
Results in hurting others,
Distancing from God,
Pursuing men’s approval,
Until His wrathful rod,
Destroys that prideful sinner.
You are just as they,
An addict of approval,
So prone to fall away,
In recognition revel.
But seek the praise of Christ,
And seek His recognition,
Be giving all your life,
For Christ makes pride’s removal.
Though men will all abuse,
The giving I just mentioned,
Yet do not yet confuse,
Your duty with their treason.
For you are called to give,
No matter who will take them,
Make this the way you live,
To seek God’s recognition.
A meeting called between the Lord and man,
The frail and mortal witness the Divine.
Since we can not within His presence stand,
The Lord will condescend to come into our time.
Commit yourselves to service to the Lord,
And rest that you may worship on that day,
And tithe your tribute – time and produce stored,
To follow Him and spend a day in praise.
The purpose simply not but to obey,
But imitation of our Father’s deeds:
The principle of resting for a day,
The shadows of what Christ soon would succeed.
And pointing yet until another time:
The Rest of rests – when we become His bride.
The work-man’s worthy of his wage,
And for his service prompt his pay,
Divine this declaration.
The wages of right are breath and life,
The wages of sin are death and strife,
Paid without hesitation.
Then raise the thigh and heave your cost,
And wave the breast – this sacred cross,
The wages of the clergy,
The sacrifice would pay it’s blood,
The meat was paid to priests for food,
All pointing yet to Calvary.
Where God’s own son was sacrificed,
He – lifted, waved – our savior, Christ,
His body our communion.
Our pay is Christ, His priests, His bride,
Our sacred food, our joy, our life,
And bound in holy union.
So raise your offering to the Lord,
Support the shepherds of His word,
The worship of your tithing.
A tribe of Levites, priests of God,
Our portion bought with sacred blood,
For Jesus all our striving.