BELSHAZZER - Weighed and Wanting
Dr. Miles Seaborn
Daniel 5:1, Proverbs 31:1
INTRO. Lord Byron wrote long ago,
The king was on his throne, the princes thronged
the hall, A thousand bright lamps shone over the high
festival, A thousand cups of gold in Judea called
divine, Jehovah's vessels, hold the godless, heathen's
wine,
In that same hour and hall the fingers of a hand,
Came forth against the wall and wrote as if on
sand, The fingers of a man - a solitary hand, Along
the letters ran and traced them like a brand.
The monarch saw and shook and bade no more
rejoice, All bloodless waxed, his look, and tremblest
his voice, Let the man of lore appear, the wisest of
the earth, And expound the words of fear which mar our
royal mirth.
Chaldeans seers are good, but here they have no
skill, And the unknown letters stood untold and awful
still, And Babel's men of age are wise and deep in
lore, But now they were not sage, they saw - but knew
no more.
A captive in the land, a stranger and a youth, He
heard the king's command, he say that writing's truth,
The lamps around were bright, the prophecy inviewed,
He read it on that night - the morrow proved it true.
Belshazzer's grave is made, his kingdom passed
away, He in the balance is weighed, his light and
worthless clay A shroud his robe estate, his canopy a
stone, The Mede is at his gate. The Persian on his
throne!
The Bible simply begins in chapter 5, "Belshazzar the
king made a great feast." And what a time and what a
way to have a feast. Babylon, the greatest city that
the world had known to that time. Babylon was
fourteen miles square, the great outer walls 87 fee
thick and 350 feet high. A hundred bronze gates were
set in the wall. Four chariots could race around the
broad walls and look down at the Medes and the
Persians camped below. Four two and a half years they
had squatted there on the rim of that great city
sur ...
Dr. Miles Seaborn
Daniel 5:1, Proverbs 31:1
INTRO. Lord Byron wrote long ago,
The king was on his throne, the princes thronged
the hall, A thousand bright lamps shone over the high
festival, A thousand cups of gold in Judea called
divine, Jehovah's vessels, hold the godless, heathen's
wine,
In that same hour and hall the fingers of a hand,
Came forth against the wall and wrote as if on
sand, The fingers of a man - a solitary hand, Along
the letters ran and traced them like a brand.
The monarch saw and shook and bade no more
rejoice, All bloodless waxed, his look, and tremblest
his voice, Let the man of lore appear, the wisest of
the earth, And expound the words of fear which mar our
royal mirth.
Chaldeans seers are good, but here they have no
skill, And the unknown letters stood untold and awful
still, And Babel's men of age are wise and deep in
lore, But now they were not sage, they saw - but knew
no more.
A captive in the land, a stranger and a youth, He
heard the king's command, he say that writing's truth,
The lamps around were bright, the prophecy inviewed,
He read it on that night - the morrow proved it true.
Belshazzer's grave is made, his kingdom passed
away, He in the balance is weighed, his light and
worthless clay A shroud his robe estate, his canopy a
stone, The Mede is at his gate. The Persian on his
throne!
The Bible simply begins in chapter 5, "Belshazzar the
king made a great feast." And what a time and what a
way to have a feast. Babylon, the greatest city that
the world had known to that time. Babylon was
fourteen miles square, the great outer walls 87 fee
thick and 350 feet high. A hundred bronze gates were
set in the wall. Four chariots could race around the
broad walls and look down at the Medes and the
Persians camped below. Four two and a half years they
had squatted there on the rim of that great city
sur ...
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