"A Mighty Fortress Is Our God": Hymns As Poetry ---New Window 01-03-05
Compiled by Tom Stewart. "A mighty fortress is our God, A bulwark
never failing; Our helper He amid the flood Of mortal ills prevailing." Read
the poetry, background, and Scripture of "A Mighty Fortress Is Our God."
"Amazing Grace": Hymns as Poetry ---New Window 6-5-2005
Compiled by Tom Stewart. "Amazing grace! how
sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me!" Read the poetry, background,
and Scripture of "Amazing Grace."
"Come, Ye Thankful People, Come": Hymns As Poetry ---New Window (1810-1871)
"While the first verse
chiefly addresses the theme of thanksgiving, the last three verses deal with the
theme of final harvest in the judgment of the world as paralleled in Christ's parables
of the wheat and tares (Matthew 13:24-30) and the parable of the seed springing up
without the sower knowing of it (Mark 4:26-29)."
"Peace Be Still" ---New Window 5-8-2001
"Then from the midst of this
A voice so calm and clear.
Twas, "Peace be still," that reached my ear,
Calmed my heart, and allayed my fear..."
"The King Draws Near" ---New Window (1836-1895)
A. J. Gordon
"O church of Christ, behold
The promised Sign appear,--
The Gospel preached in all the world;
And lo! the King draws near...
With girded loins, make haste! Make haste!
Thy witness to complete,
That Christ may take His Throne and bring
All nations to His feet..."
"The Watered Lilies" ---New Window 5-8-2001
"Close to His feet on the pathway,
Empty, and frail, and small,
An earthen vessel was lying,
Which seemed no use at all;
But the Master saw, and raised it
From the dust in which it lay,
And smiled, as He gently whispered,
"This shall do My work today..."
Appeal ---New Window (1820-1849)
Oh, I am very weary,
Though tears no longer flow;
My eyes are tires of weeping,
My heart is sick of woe...
Divine Scheme ---New Window (1792-1875)
Charles G. Finney
O, when you come to see Him face
and tell Him what you think of His plan,
when you are some
thousands of years
older than you are now...
Faith and Despondency ---New Window (1818-1848)
The winter wind is loud and wild,
Come close to me, my darling child;
Forsake thy books, and mateless play;
And, while the night is gathering grey,
We'll talk its pensive hours away...
Hymnal Poetry ---New Window
"Immortal, invisible, God only
In light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
Most blessèd, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
Almighty, victorious, Thy great Name we praise..."
--Walter Chalmers Smith, 1867
I Should Have Known, or, Hell Is Real ---New Window
"Lord, please, I'm young.
I never thought I would die.
I thought I'd have plenty of time.
Death caught me by surprise..."
If This Be All ---New Window (1820-1849)
O God! if this indeed by all
That Life can show to me;
If on my aching brow may fall
No freshening dew from Thee...
Immanuel ---New Window (1834-1892)
C. H. Spurgeon
A poem (with pictures) from "The
Life and Works of Rev. Charles H. Spurgeon"
"When hell enraged lifts up her roar;
When Satan stops my path before;
When fiends rejoice and wait my end;
When legioned hosts their arrows send,
Fear not, my soul, but hurl at hell
Thy battle-cry, Immanuel..."
Life ---New Window (1816-1855)
Life, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day...
Music On Christmas Morning ---New Window (1820-1849)
Music I love -- but never strain
Could kindle raptures so divine,
So grief assuage, so conquer pain,
And rouse this pensive heart of mine --
As that we hear on Christmas morn,
Upon the wintry breezes borne...
No Coward Soul Is Mine ---New Window (1818-1848)
No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the worlds storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heavens glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from fear...
Only A Branch ---New Window
"Tis only a little Branch,
A thing so fragile and weak,
But that little Branch hath a message true
To give, could it only speak..."
See the Day of GOD Appear! ---New Window
Lo! He cometh! countless trumpets
Blow to raise the sleeping dead;
'Midst ten thousand saints and angels
See their great exalted Head.
Temporal Things Spiritualized ---New Window (1628-1688)
from the collection:
OF THE SPOUSE OF CHRIST.
Who's this that cometh from the wilderness,
Like smokey pillars thus perfum'd with myrrh,
Leaning upon her dearest in distress,
Led into's bosom by the Comforter?
She's clothed with the sun, crowned with twelve stars,
The spotted moon her footstool she hath made.
The dragon her assaults, fills her with jars,
Yet rests she under her Beloved's shade,
But whence was she? what is her pedigree?
Was not her father a poor Amorite?
What was her mother but as others be,
A poor, a wretched, and a sinful Hittite.
Yea, as for her, the day that she was born,
As loathsome, out of doors they did her cast;
Naked and filthy, stinking and forlorn;
This was her pedigree from first to last...
That Time Is Drawing Near ---New Window
Ima Dean Jones
It is an appointed time
When Jesus will split those eastern skys,
There has been no delay,
Soon we'll be caught away
In the twinkling of an eye...
The Penitent ---New Window (1820-1849)
I mourn with thee, and yet rejoice
That thou shouldst sorrow so;
With angel choirs I join my voice
To bless the sinners woe...
The True Course ---New Window
My heading set,
my course laid...