How humbled, mortified, subdued, His vanity and pride!
We are left to sin, to punish sin, No consolation here; Reflection only swells the tide Of anguish sad and drear.
Our falls oft cause a bitter grief, That no redemption knows; The deep, the painful, bleeding wound, Time here can never close.
The die when cast, the ship when sunk, To light can never rise.
Our good name lost--and all on board, Then goes in sad surprise.
Oh! what a vacancy then made, An empty, aching void; Our peace of mind in silence crushed, And hope"s bright boon destroyed.
But there is pardon with our G.o.d, For crimes of deepest dye; Be self and pride then humbled low, In dust and ashes lie.
It should be there, and G.o.d will see Those whom he loves refined.
He"ll keep them in the crucible Till they his statutes mind.
He"ll watch the furnace and will see The gold sustains no loss.
Oh! be the faithful process borne, And all consumed the dross.
G.o.d must in us his image see, And we reflect the same.
Oh! may we honor and adore, And glorify his name.
Overcome and Live.
Confess your faults, and for each other pray; The slanderous tongue, oh! be it far away; That tameless thing which sets the world on fire, And rouses all the angry pa.s.sion"s ire.
Where this is G.o.d, our G.o.d can ne"er abide, Nor where there"s lightness, selfishness, or pride; His dwelling"s with the meek and low of heart, And for himself he"ll set all these apart.
Who would not thus be honored of the Lord, And have from him a large and rich reward?
Who would not be with saints and angels blest, And have in Heaven at last eternal rest?
Live for it, then; all G.o.d"s commandments keep, Although the way be through afflictions deep.
Cast all your care on Him who cares for you, And he will lead and guide you safely through.
And when you reach fair Canaan"s blissful sh.o.r.e, When sin and suffering are forever o"er, You"ll find the city glorious to behold, Christ is its light, its streets all paved with gold.
You"ll by the King of kings be welcomed there, Where tuned to praise is every sigh and prayer.
No blight to mar, no tear to dim the sight; And to the tree of life you"ll have a right.
You"ll meet dear loved ones long since fallen asleep, All deathless raised from their lone caverns deep; Together there you"ll sing, We"re saved by grace, And brought by Jesus to this glorious place.
No farewell parting, no sad word adieu, Your home forever in the earth made new.
Oh! bliss which mortal tongue can ne"er express, To be with Jesus, robed in righteousness.
Glory and honor will to Him be given, Who"s purchased for us peace and rest in Heaven, Who bore our sins, and by whose stripes we"re healed.
And to eternal life and glory sealed.
With glory, hallelujah, Heaven will ring, In honor to the Lord our sovereign King.
Each will his note the highest strive to raise, To give to Jesus, honor, glory, praise.
The Last Message of Mercy.
Angel of mercy art thou here And hovering o"er us now?
Oh! may we all before our G.o.d, In adoration bow.
To heed the message, or reject, The world will soon decide.
While some in love receive the truth, More will its claims deride;
Why will they slight the offered boon?
Though we their lot deplore, They place themselves beyond the reach Of mercy"s lingering store.
Too late! their dreadful doom now sealed, Too late! will be their cry; We might have lived, but now, alas!
The second death must die.
The Spirit and the bride say come, Let naught obstruct the way; But hasten G.o.d"s commands to keep, And all his will obey.
Oh! be entreated while there"s hope, To heed the message given; That with the ransomed you may find A place of rest in Heaven.
We Love.
We love; for Jesus loves, We love his image here.
We love to meet, we love to pray, And hold each other dear.
We know it"s of the Lord, Or we could not unite With those ne"er seen before In bonds of sweet delight.
By this shall all men know, One family we are.
Oh! could they know our joys, And with us in them share!
There"s hope, we know there"s hope, That mercy lingers yet, Or we should cease to feel, Their miseries forget.
We"ll feel as Jesus feels; We"ll love and pity too; We"ll weep, we"ll pray, we"ll plead, And tell them it"s for you.
This love we"ll not give o"er Though we endure their hate.
"Twill urge, Oh! come to Christ Ere it shall be too late.
"Twill bring us at their feet In att.i.tude of prayer, "Twill cry, O Lord, forgive, And these yet longer spare.
He says, I hear your prayer, I"ll save if they will come, Oh! then to G.o.d return, And have in Heaven a home.