The Siege of Seven Days

Upon the plain where shadows creep,

The walls of haughty Jericho stood,

Their silent towers brooded deep,

Defying hosts and voice of God.

But lo! the priests in raiment white,

With rams’ horns braying 'neath the skies,

Did march by day, did watch by night,

While Judah’s banners dared to rise.

The seventh morn, the trumpets pealed,

The earth did groan, the stronghold bowed;

The hand of God the doom revealed,

And dust consumed the mighty proud.

O fallen pride, O broken throne!

Thy boast is but the wind’s lament;

For he who trusts in stone alone

Shall find his glory vainly spent.