It Was the Road to Jericho

Johnston Annie F. Annie Fellows

It Was the Road to Jericho

It Was the Road to Jericho

It was the road to Jericho,And brave indeed the manWho went alone and waited notTo join the caravan.For robber hoards swooped down the cliffsLike eagles on their prey,And mercy was not known to them,Theirs but to kill and slay.Along the road to JerichoA man went riding by,He heard a groan of mortal pain,He heard a piercing cry.He got him down from off his beast,He found the one who bled,The thieves had bruised and beaten himAnd left him well nigh dead(The Levite and the priest had passed,The calls to them were vain).He bound his wounds. With oil and wineHe eased the grevious pain.Then to the inn he carried himAnd paid the keeper's price,

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