The Perfect Number Seven

Seven is a number most complete;
Seven years compose the jubilee;
Seven days compose the Christian week;
Seven attributes the Deity.


Seven Orbs we say revolve the sun;
Seven colors do the rainbow grace;
Seven wonders in the world were done;
Seven legions were of Mary’s race.


Seven lamps within the golden bowl;
Seven pipes did shine from every one;
Seven eyes to Joshua shown on stone;
Seven eyes with Zerubabel plumb.

Seven priests round Jericho compassed,
Seven trumpet of ram’s horns to sound,
Seven days did bring a certain blast,
Seven brought the walls all to the ground.


Seven churches ancient Asia graced;
Seven candlesticks therein were placed;
Seven seals were once upon the book,
Seven were by Judah’s lion broke.


Seven horns were seen upon the Lamb;
Seven were the heads the dragon bore;
Seven angels flew at God’s command,
Seven phials of his wrath to pour.


Seven times with oil the sprinkling priests,
Sprinkled before the throne of God;
Seven times that finger, type of Christ,
Sprinkled the mercy seat with blood.