That morning, early, Job had gone alone with
sheep and knife at dawn to make his
sacrifice.
And while he prayed, God put his heart
on trial.
O man of God, today again you seek
the precious lives of ten young souls.
Now tell me with your heart, would you
be willing, Job, to part with all your
children, if in my deep counsel I should
judge that by such severing more good would
be, and you would know far more of
me?
Job trembled at the voice and fell before
the bleeding lamb.
Compel me not, O God, to make this
choice between the wisdom of your voice and
these ten treasures of my life.
Far better I should take this knife and
mingle lamb's blood with my own than put
my children on this stone.
O God, have mercy on my seed.
I yield to what you have decreed.