Poetry About Jesus And Salvation
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Biography Of Frances Havergal at Wholesome Words
"NOW I SEE"
John 9:25
"Now I see!" But not the parting
Of the melting earth and sky,
Not a vision dread and startling,
Forcing one despairing cry.
But I see the solemn saying,
All have sinned and all must die,
Holy precepts disobeying,
Guilty all the world must lie.
Bending, silenced, to the dust,
Now I see that God is just.
"Now I see!" But not the glory,
Not the face of Him I love,
Not the full and burning story
Of the mysteries above.
But I see what God hath spoken,
How His well-beloved Son
Kept the laws which man hath broken,
Died for sins which man hath done;
Dying, rising, throned above!
"Now I see" that God is Love.
"A GREAT MYSTERY"
There is a hush in earth and sky,
The ear is free to list aright
In darkness, veiling from the eye
The many-colored spells of light.
Not heralded by fire and storm,
In shadowy outline dimly seen,
Comes through the gloom a glorious Form,
The once despised Nazarene.
Through waiting silence, voiceless shade,
A still, small Voice so clearly floats,
A listening lifetime were o'erpaid
By one sweet echo of such notes.
"Fear not, beloved! Thou are Mine,
For I have given My life for thee;
By name I call thee, rise and shine,
Be praise and glory unto Me.
"In Me all spotless and complete,
And in My comeliness most fair
Art thou; to Me thy voice is sweet,
Prevailing in thy feebles prayer.
"Thy life is hid in God with Me,
I stoop to dwell within thy breast;
My joy forever thou shalt be,
And in My love for thee I rest.
"O Prince's daughter, whom I see
In bridal garments, pure as light,
Betrothed forever unto Me,
On thee My own new name I write."
Lo! neath the stars' uncertain ray,
In flowing mantle glistening fair,
One, lowly bending, turns away
From that sweet voice in cold despair.
Is it Humility, who sees
Herself unworthy of such grace,
Who dares not hope her Lord to please,
Who dares not look upon His face?
Nay, where that mantle fleeting gleams,
'Tis Unbelief who turns aside,
Who rather rests in self-spun dreams,
Than trust the love of Him who died.
Faith casts away the fair disguise,
She will not doubt her Master's voice,
And droop when He hath bid her rise,
Or mourn when He hath said, "Rejoice!"
Her stained and soiled robes she leaves,
And Christ's own shining raiment takes;
What His love gives, her love receives,
And meek and trustful answer makes:
"Behold the handmaind of the Lord!
Thou callest, and I come to Thee;
According to Thy faithful word,
O Master, be it unto me!
"Thy Love I cannot comprehend,
I only know Thy word is true,
And that Thou lovest to the end
Each whom to Thee the Father drew.
"Oh! take the heart I could not give
Without Thy strength-bestowing call;
In Thee, and for Thee, let me live,
For I am nothing, Thou are all."
GOD'S MESSAGE
To Him that is Far Off
Peace, Peace!
To him that is far away.
Turn, O wanderer! why wilt thou die,
When the peace is made that shall bring thee nigh?
Listen, O rebel! the heralds proclaim
The King's own peace through a Saviour's name:
Then yield thee to-day.
Peace, peace!
The word of the Lord to thee.
Peace, for thy passion and restless pride,
For thy endless cravings all unsupplied,
Peace for they weary and sin-worn breast;
He knows the need who has promised rest,
And the gift is free.
Peace, peace!
Through Him who for all hath died!
Wider the terms than thy deepest guilt,
Or in vain were the blood of our Surety spilt;
Even because thou art far away
To thee is the message of peace to-day,
Peace through the Crucified.
And To Him That Is Near
Peace, peace!
Yes, peace to him that is near.
The crown is set on the Victor's brow,
For thy warfare is accomplished now;
And for thee eternal peace is made
By the Lord on whom thy sins were laid;
Then why shouldst thou fear?
Peace, peace!
Wrought by the Spirit of Might.
In thy deepest sorrow and sorest strife,
In the changes and chances of mortal life,
It is thine, beloved! Christ's own bequest,
Which vainly the Tempter shall strive to wrest;
It is now thy right.
Peace, peace!
Look for its bright increase;
Deepening, widening, year by year,
Like a sunlit river, strong, calm, and clear,
Lean on His love through this earthly vale,
For His word and His work shall never fail,
And "He is our Peace."
THIS SAME JESUS
Acts 1:11
'This same Jesus!' Oh! how sweetly
Fall those words upon the ear,
Like a swell of far off music,
In a night watch still and drear!
He who healed the hopeless leper,
He who dried the widow's tear;
He who changed to health and gladness
Helpless suffering, trembling fear;
He who wandered, poor and homeless,
By the stormy Galilee;
He who on the night-robed mountain
Bent in prayer the wearied knee;
He who spake as none had spoken,
Angel-wisdom far above,
All-forgiving, ne'er upbraiding,
Full of tenderness and love;
He who gently called the weary,
'Come and I will give you rest!'
He who loved the little children,
Took them in His arms and blest;
He, the lonely Man of Sorrows,
'Neath our sin-cursed bending low;
By His faithless friends forsaken
In the darkest hours of woe;
'This same Jesus!' When the vision
Of that last and awful day
Bursts upon the prostrate spirit,
Like a midnight lightning gray;
When, else dimly apprehended,
All its terrors seem revealed.
Trumpet-knell and fiery heavens,
And the books of doom unsealed;
Then, we lift our hearts adoring
'This same Jesus,' loved and known,
Him, our own most gracious Saviour,
Seated on the great white Throne;
He Himself, and 'not another,'
He for whom our heart-love yearned
Through long years of twilight waiting,
To His ransomed ones returned!
For this word, O Lord, we bless Thee,
Bless our Master's changeless name;'
Yesterday, to-day, forever,
Jesus Christ is still the Same.
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Poetry About Jesus And Salvation by Cindy Wyatt
John 3:16: For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
Poetry About Jesus And Salvation
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