What if our Lord returned tonight? Would he find me still a Nazirite? Have I maintained the vows I vowed? Am I still his who set me free, Who poured his lifeblood out for me? Or do I belong to that milling crowd Who recognize in name alone The one who shares Jehovah’s throne?

As the Nazirite left his hair to grow, Have I endeavored to grow in strength? Am I stronger now than a year ago Through reading the word of God at length? Have I conquered the inward man at all? Or have I perhaps grown weak and small?

Have I put aside the worldly wine? Am I drunken with pride or worldly conceit? Am I falling into a sad decline? Or do I still kneel at the Master’s feet, Seeking his counsel in daily prayer, Finding my peace and wisdom there?

Have I left the company of the dead? Do I find my company with those who spurn The Lamb of God, the Heavenly bread, Whose only thought is the bread they earn? Am I bound in thought to those faithful few Who are holding fast to the pure and true?

Suppose I now were brought face to face With Jesus Christ, would I feel disgrace? What if our Lord returned tonight? Would he find me still a Nazirite?

(BAWO, Dawn May 1956)