Afraid? Of What?!?

"Afraid? Of what?"

To feel the spirit's glad release?

To pass from pain to perfect peace,

The strife and strain of life to cease?

Afraid? Of that?

Afraid? Of what?

Afraid to see the Saviour's face,

To hear His welcome, and to trace,

The glory gleam from wounds of grace,

Afraid? Of that?

Afraid? Of what?

A flash - a crash - a pierced heart;

Brief darkness - Light - O Heaven's art!

A wound of His a counterpart!

Afraid? Of that?

Afraid? Of what?

To enter into Heaven's rest,

And yet to serve the Master blessed?

From service good to service best?

Afraid? Of that?

Afraid? Of what?

To do by death what life could not -

Baptize with blood a stony plot,

Till souls shall blossom from the spot?

Afraid? Of that?

~

By E. H. Hamilton

Post by: Rose

"Even in the wildest storms the sky is not all dark; and so in the darkest dealings of God with His children, there are always some bright tokens for good." -Robert Murray McCheyne

post by: Rose

O Praise the LORD.....

"O Praise the LORD,
all ye nations:

Praise Him, all ye people."


"For His merciful kindness is great toward us:

and the truth of the LORD endureth forever.

Praise ye the LORD."

(Psalm 117:1-2)


Posted by: Angelina

"What Think YE of Chirst??"

Here's a hymn I found recently, and I really liked it, so I thought I'd share it with y'all       

"What Think Ye of Christ??"
~*~*~*~*~
 What think you of Christ? Is the test
    To try both your state and your scheme;
 You cannot be right in the rest,
    Unless you think rightly of Him.
 As Jesus appears in your view,
    As He is beloved or not;
 So God is disposed to you,
    And mercy or wrath are your lot.
 
 Some take Him a creature to be,
    A man or an angel at most:
 Sure these have not feelings like me,
    Nor know themselves wretched and lost.
 So guilty, so helpless am I,
    I durst not confide in his blood,
 Nor on his protection rely,
    Unless I were sure He is God.
 
 Some call Him a Saviour, in word,
    But mix their own works with his plan;
 And hope He his help will afford,
    When they have done all that they can:
 If doings prove rather too light,
    (A little, they own, they may fail),
 They purpose to make up full weight,
    By casting his name in the scale.
 
 Some style Him the pearl of great price,
    And say He's the fountain of joys;
 Yet feed upon folly and vice,
    And cleave to the world and its toys;
 Like Judas, the Saviour they kiss,
    And while they salute Him, betray;
 Ah! what will profession like this
    Avail in this terrible day?
 
 If ask'd what of Jesus I think?
    Though still my best thoughts are but poor,
 I say, He's my meat and my drink,
    My life, and my strength, and my store;
 My Shepherd, my Husband, my Friend,
    My Saviour from sin and from thrall;
 My hope from beginning to end,
    My portion, my Lord, and my All.
    ~
 John Newton 1725-1807


Post by: Rose