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James 5:7-8 Be patient therefore, brethren, unto the coming of the Lord. Behold, the husbandman waiteth for the precious fruit of the earth, and hath long patience for it, until he receive the early and latter rain. Be ye also patient; stablish your hearts: for the coming of the Lord draweth nigh.
Lo! He cometh! Countless trumpets
Blow to raise the sleeping dead;
'Midst ten thousand saints and angels
See their great exalted Head.
Hallelujah!
Let the welcome summons spread!
Now redemption, long expected,
See in solemn pomp appear!
All His saints, tho' men despis'd them,
Now shall meet Him in the air!
Hallelujah!
See the day of God appear!
Now console our waiting spirit,
Hasten, LORD, the general doom!
And to dwell in heavenly mansions
Take Thy longing exiles home;
All creation
Travails, groans, and bids Thee come.
Hallelujah!
Author unknown
God's Warrior
Divine Scheme
Rev. Charles G. Finney
2Thessalonians 3:5 And the Lord direct your hearts into the love of God, and into the patient waiting for Christ.
O, when you come to see Him face to face,
and tell Him what you think of His plan,
when you are some thousands of years
older than you are now,
Will you not adore that Wisdom that
manages this scheme, and the Infinite Love
in which it had its birth?
O, what will you then say of that
amazing condescension
that brought down Jesus to your rescue!
Say, Christian, have you not often
poured out your soul before your Saviour
in acknowledgment of what
you have cost Him ...
And there seemed to be a kind of lifting up,
as if the very bottom of your soul
were to rise?
And if any earthbound one had seen you,
they would have wondered what had
happened to you ...
That had so melted your soul in
gratitude and love.
God's Warrior
Perhaps Today
Today? Perhaps! Perhaps today!
The Lord may come and catch away
is ransomed Church, His blood-bought Bride
To take her place at His blest side,
When dead and living saints shall share
One trumpet summons to the air.
Perhaps today! Yes! He may come
And call us to our Heavenly Home,
That wonderous place beyond compare
Which He, in love, doth now prepare--
Our Father's House! How sweet! How blest
To be forevermore at rest!
Today? Perhaps! Tis true! Today!
Ere nightfall we may be away,
Transported Home! How blest! How grand!
Transported Home to Gloryland!
One twinkling moment, then to be
With Him for all eternity.
Perhaps today! Then why the fear?
Tomorrow we may not be here!
The thing so dreaded may not come
Till we are safely gathered Home!
The threat'ning storm-cloud may not break
Till, in His Presence, we awake.
Perhaps today! Oh, lonely soul,
Thy heart shall reach its longed-for goal;
The fellowship, the joy, the bliss,
Which now thy heart doth sorely miss,
Perchance may be thy heart's delight
Ere closes in another night.
Perhaps today! Then much-tried saint,
Look up, nor let thy spirit faint;
The stretching road thine eyes may see
May never be traversed by thee--
One moment's space and then above,
To find thyself in cloudless love!
Perhaps today, afflicted life,
Thou shalt be taken from the strife,
From all that hatred to thy word
Which comes as thou dost please thy Lord.
And then, ah then, how shall the pain
Compared with all thou then shalt gain!
Perhaps today the fight will cease,
And then, eternal wondrous peace!
The evil hosts which rage and roar
Shall reach us there? NO, nevermore!
O blessed hope, to them be free
For ever through eternity!
We'll meet again - perhaps today
The dear ones who have passed away--
The loved ones who now softly sleep
When Jesus now doth safely keep,
Oh wondrous joy to meet them There
At that blest union in the air!
Perhaps today this mortal frame
With all enfeebled nature's claim
Shall be exchanged, and we shall own
A "temple" where shall not be known
A sense of weakness or decay,
Or strength that surely ebbs away.
Perhaps today we all shall stand
At Christ's tribunal, wondrous grand--
There gathered through redeeming love,
All ransomed, yet to have Him prove
Life's service, and to gain reward
Where life or labour pleased the Lord.
Perhaps today! He'll come most sure!
This hope He means to keep us pure--
To have us watching, ready, free,
Untrammeled with iniquity,
That we may meet Him without shame
Or conscious sense of guilt or blame.
Today perhaps! Perhaps today!
Yes, He may come! Then watch and pray!
This "blessed hope" keep much in view,
Nor deem it dead, though taught by few.
And be as urgent as you may
In winning souls, while 'tis "Today"!
Written by J. Danson Smith
Published in Maranatha Bells,
by Arno C. Gaebelein,
Copyright 1935
God's Warrior
Sit Still
Sit still, my children! Just sit calmly still!
Nor deem these days--these waiting days--as ill!
The One who loves you best, who plans your way,
Has not forgotten your great need today!
And, if He waits, it's sure He waits to prove
To you His tender child, His heart's deep love.
Sit still, my children! Just sit calmly still!
You greatly long to know your dear Lord's will!
While anxious thoughts would almost steal their way
Corroding within, because of His delay--
Persuade yourself in simple faith to rest
That He, who knows and loves, will do the best.
Sit still, my children! Just sit calmly still!
Nor move one step, not even one, until
His way has opened. Then, ah, then how sweet!
How glad your heart, and then how swift your feet,
Your inner being then, ah then, how strong!
And waiting days not counted then too long.
Sit still, my sons & daughters! Just sit calmly still!
What higher service could you for Him fill?
It's hard! ah yes! But choicest things must cost!
For lack of losing all how much is lost!
It's hard, it's true! But then--He gives you grace
To count the hardest spot on the sweetest place.
J. Danson Smith
God's Warrior
The Watchman's Cry
P. Nicolai, 1556-1608
Wake, awake, for night is flying:
The watchmen on the heights are crying,
Awake, Jerusalem, arise.
Midnight’s solemn hour is tolling,
His chariot wheels are nearer rolling,
He comes! Prepare, ye virgins wise.
Rise up with willing feet,
Go forth, the Bridegroom meet:
Alleluia!
Bear through the night
Your well trimmed light,
Speed forth to join the marriage-rite.
Zion hears the watchmen singing,
Her heart with deep desire is springing,
She wakes, she rises from her gloom:
Forth her Bridegroom comes, all glorious,
In grace arrayed, by truth victorious;
Her star is ris’n, her Light is come!
All hail, Incarnate Lord!
Our crown, and our reward!
Alleluia! We haste along
In pomp of song,
And gladsome join the marriage-throng.
Lamb of God, the Heaven’s adore Thee,
And men and angels sing before Thee,
With harp and cymbal’s clearest tone.
By the pearly gates in wonder
We stand, and swell the voice of thunder
That echoes round thy dazzling throne.
No vision ever brought,
No ear hath ever caught
Such bliss and joy!
We raise the song,
We swell the throng--
To praise Thee ages all along.
God's Warrior
He Shall Come
Luke 12:40, "Be ye therefore ready also: for
the Son of man cometh at an hour when ye think not."
John 10:10, "The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly."
"What I say unto you I say unto all, Watch."
At even, or at midnight, or at the cock-crowing.
It may be in the evening,
When the work of the day is done,
And you have time to sit in the twilight,
And to watch the sinking sun;
While the long bright day dies slowly over the sea,
And the hour grows quiet and holy with thoughts of Me;
While you hear the village children Passing along the street,
Among these thronging footsteps
May come the sound of MY feet; therefore I tell you, watch!
By the light of the evening star,
When the room is growing dusky as the clouds afar;
Let the door be on the latch in your home,
For it may be through the gloaming, I will come.
It may be in the midnight
When 'tis heavy upon the land,
And the black waves lying dumbly along the sand;
When the moonless night draws close
And the lights are out in the house,
When the fires burn low and red,
And the watch is ticking loudly beside the bed;
Though you sleep tired on your couch,
Still your heart must wake and watch in the dark room;
For it may be that at midnight I will come.
It may be at the cock-crow,
When the night is dying slowly in the sky,
And the sea looks calm and holy,
Waiting for the dawn of the golden sun which draweth nigh;
When the mists are on the valleys, shading, the rivers chill,
And my morning star is fading, fading over the hill;
Behold, I say unto you, watch!
Let the door be on the latch in your home,
In the chill before the dawning,
Between the night and morning, I may come.
It may be in the morning
When the sun is bright and strong,
And the dew is glittering sharply over the little lawn,
When the waves are laughing loudly along the shore,
And the little birds are singing sweetly about the door;
With the long day's work before you are up with the sun,
And the neighbors come to talk a little of all that must be done;
But, remember, that I may be the next to come in at the door,
To call you from your busy work, for evermore.
As you work, your heart must watch
For the door is on the latch in your room,
And it may be in the morning I will come.
So I am watching quietly every day,
Whenever the sun shines brightly I rise and say,
Surely it is the shining of His face,
And look unto the gate of His high place beyond the sea,
For I know He is coming shortly to summon me;
And when a shadow falls across the window of my room,
Where I am working my appointed task,
I lift my head to watch the door and ask if He is come!
And the Spirit answers softly in my heart,
"Only a few more shadows, and He will come."
Author Unknown
God's Warrior
He Is Coming
Fanny Crosby
He is coming, the “Man of Sorrows,”
Now exalted on high;
He is coming with loud hosannas,
In the clouds of the sky.
Hallelujah! hallelujah!
He is coming again;
And with joy we shall gather round Him,
At His coming to reign.
He is coming, our loving Savior,
Blessèd Lamb that was slain;
In the glory of God the Father,
On the earth He shall reign.
He is coming, our Lord and Master,
Our Redeemer and King;
We shall see Him in all His beauty,
And His praise we shall sing.
He shall gather His chosen people,
Who are called by His Name;
And the ransomed of every nation
For His own He shall claim.
1Thessalonians 4:14-18
For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him. For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we which are alive and remain unto the coming of the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep. For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain
shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one another with these words.
