Sunday, March 28, 2010

Songs of Heaven #10

We Shall Walk with Him in White

We shall walk with Him in white,
In that country pure and bright,
Where shall enter naught that may defile;
Where the day-beam ne’er declines,
For the blessèd light that shines
Is the glory of a Savior’s smile.

We shall walk with Him in white,
Where faith yields to blissful sight,
When the beauty of the King we see;
Holding converse full and sweet,
In a fellowship complete;
Waking songs of holy melody.

We shall walk with Him in white,
By the fountains of delight,
Where the Lamb His ransomed ones shall lead,
For His blood shall wash each stain,
Till no spot of sin remain,
And the soul forevermore is freed.

Refrain

Beautiful robes, beautiful robes,
Beautiful robes we then shall wear;
Garments of light, lovely and bright,
Walking with Jesus in white,
Beautiful robes we shall wear.

(Words by Eliza E. Hewitt)

Friday, March 26, 2010

Lessons from a Squirrel

Our feeder is made of clear Lexan (plastic) and stands on two poles. Two pieces of Lexan on each pole prevent the squirrels from climbing the poles. Another piece keeps them from jumping off the small shed nearby onto the feeder. Over the top of the main feeder are two of those clear plastic window well covers, joined in the middle by a thin metal piece. This cover can rock back and forth. When squirrels jump onto it, they usually end up sliding off, landing harmlessly in the grass. We have worked very hard to make our backyard bird feeder "squirrel proof." Most of the time, now, they cannot get to the food, but once in a while we get a very persistent squirrel that keeps trying until it finds a way.

We had a lot of snow in February, and it piled high atop the feeder (about a foot deep). At least one squirrel discovered that it could use the snow to break its fall enough for it to catch the feeder and get on for a feast. Eventually, however, the snow melted enough that the rest went sliding off. Enter the persistent squirrel. Thunk! I looked out the window to see him sitting on top, hands folded across his chest as he looked around. Then he went over to the edge--oops!--down he went. He quickly popped his head into and back out of the snow as if to say, "Who, me? No, that wasn't me that fell. I was just down here looking for some seeds." Then seconds later, it was back up the tree for another jump, another slide, another jump, another slide, etc. This happened at least a dozen times.

It got me to thinking in a couple of different ways. One was, how persistent am I in seeking to fulfill my fleshly desires? Having been thwarted or failing once, do I keep trying, or do I listen to the conviction of the Holy Spirit, confess my sin, and repent of it? To what lengths will I go to get what my flesh wants? This squirrel fell about six feet each time. It also gnawed on the metal, and the Lexan on the poles, in its desperate attempt to get at the food. It tried to climb the poles, too. I believe it even jumped into the Lexan on the side once. Wow! I was reminded of how strong the desires of the flesh can be, and how hard I all too often work to satisfy them. And, when I have sinned, to what lengths will I go to cover it up? (see Proverbs 28:13)

The second way was this: How persistent am I in pursuing holiness and godliness? Ouch! Do I labor in studying the Word, in prayer, obeying, and serving others? This seems to be ever so much harder than giving in to the flesh is, yet it is what God commands. Thanks, squirrel, for the valuable lesson. I might even scatter a few sunflower seeds for you sometime.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Songs of Heaven #9

When I Get to the End of the Way

The sands have been washed in the footprints
Of the Stranger on Galilee’s shore;
And the voice that subdued the rough billows
Will be heard in Judea no more,
But the path of that lone Galilean,
With joy I will follow today,

There are so many hills to climb upward,
I often am longing for rest;
But He Who appoints me my pathway,
Knows just what is needful and best.

I know in His Word He hath promised
That my strength it shall be as my day;

He loves me too well to forsake me,
Or give me a trial too much;
His people have been dearly purchased,
And Satan can never claim such.
By and by I shall see Him and praise Him,
In the city of unending day;

When the last feeble steps have been taken,
And the gates of that city appear,
And the beautiful songs of the angels
Float out on my listening ear;
When all that now seems so mysterious,
Will be bright and as clear as the day,

(Refrain)

And the toils of the road will seem nothing
When I get to the end of the way,
Then the toils of the road will seem nothing
When I get to the end of the way.

(Words by Charles H. Tillman)


Monday, March 22, 2010

Songs of Heaven #8

O That Will Be Glory

When all my labors and trials are o’er,
And I am safe on that beautiful shore,
Just to be near the dear Lord I adore,
Will through the ages be glory for me.

When, by the gift of His infinite grace,
I am accorded in Heaven a place,
Just to be there and to look on His face,
Will through the ages be glory for me.

Friends will be there I have loved long ago;
Joy like a river around me will flow;
Yet just a smile from my Savior, I know,
Will through the ages be glory for me.

Refrain

O that will be glory for me,
Glory for me, glory for me,
When by His grace I shall look on His face,
That will be glory, be glory for me.

(Words and music by Charles H. Gabriel)

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Songs of Heaven #7

Over in the Glory-land

We are on our way to a home on high,
Over in the glory-land;
There we’ll meet and rest, in the by and by,
Over in the glory-land.

We will join the song that the ransomed sing,
Over in the glory-land
And forever praise our eternal King,
Over in the glory-land.

When the cares and trials of earth are past,
Over in the glory-land;
Jesus waits to crown us His own at last,
Over in the glory-land.

With the loved ones gone to that shining shore,
Over in the glory-land;
We shall meet, oh joy, meet to part no more,
Over in the glory-land.

Refrain

Over in the glory-land!
Over in the glory-land!
There with all the blest we shall meet and rest,
Over in the glory-land.

(Words by Charles H. Gabriel)

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Songs of Heaven #6

While on the Verge of Life I Stand

While on the verge of life I stand,
And view the scene on either hand,
My spirit struggles with my clay,
And longs to wing its flight away.

Where Jesus dwells my soul would be,
And faints my much loved Lord to see:
Earth, twine no more about my heart,
For ’tis far better to depart.

Come, ye angelic envoys, come,
And lead the willing pilgrim home!
Ye know the way to Jesus’ throne—
Source of my joys and of your own.

That blissful interview, how sweet,
To fall transported at His feet:
Raised in His arms to view His face,
Thro’ the full beamings of His grace.

(Words by Philip Doddridge)

Friday, March 19, 2010

Songs of Heaven #5

We Shall Meet By and By

We shall meet beyond the river,
By and by, by and by;
And the darkness shall be over,
By and by, by and by;
With the toilsome journey done,
And the glorious battle won,
We shall shine forth as the sun,
By and by, by and by.

We shall strike the harps of glory,
By and by, by and by;
We shall sing redemption’s story,
By and by, by and by;
And the strains forevermore
Shall resound in sweetness o’er
Yonder everlasting shore,
By and by, by and by.

We shall see and be like Jesus,
By and by, by and by;
Who a crown of life will give us,
By and by, by and by;
And the angels who fulfill
All the mandates of His will
Shall attend, and love us still,
By and by, by and by.

There our tears shall all cease flowing,
By and by, by and by;
And with sweetest rapture knowing,
By and by, by and by;
All the blest ones, who have gone
To the land of life and song—
We with shoutings shall rejoin,
By and by, by and by.

(Words by John Atkinson; music by Hubert Main)

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Songs of Heaven #4

When My Weary Hands Are Folded

When my weary hands are folded on my faintly throbbing breast,
And my soul has spread her pinions for the city of the blest;
’Twill be sweet to hear the loved ones sing some dear, familiar song,
As I rise to join the chorus of the blood-washed, holy throng.

But a greater joy ’twill give me if some toiling one can say,
I have helped to bear his burden and have cheered him on the way;
Oh! I’ll praise His grace forever Who hath died to ransom me,
And hath chosen me a sharer in His blessèd work to be.

When the songs of earth are over, and my last “goodbye” is said,
When my lifeless form they follow to the dwelling of the dead;
’Twill be sweet if friends remember and shall mark the quiet spot,
Telling only that the sleeper hath not quickly been forgot.

But if one poor, weary wand’rer shall be guided home by me,
’Twere a grander, nobler monument, throughout all eternity;
And to Him shall be the glory, unto Whom all praise is due,
For the love that hath redeemed us, and hath made my heaven two.

When among the ransomed millions by His grace redeemed I stand,
Then my song shall swell the chorus of the glad, triumphant band;
Oh, how sweet will be the resting when my conflicts are all past,
Oh, the mighty “Alleluia” of our victory at last!

(Words by Philip Bliss; music by Ira Sankey)

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Songs of Heaven #3

When My Earthly Day Is Waning

When my earthly day is waning and my mortal robes I fold,
With the dawning of eternity begun,
I shall enter gates of pearl to walk on streets of shining gold,
In that city where they need no sun.

O’er the fields of endless glory I shall wander with delight,
For with sadness and with pain I shall be done.
No more sorrow, no more sickness in that home so pure and bright,
In that city where they need no sun!

With the countless blood-washed millions I shall sing beyond the skies
Praise to God and to the Lamb for sinners slain.
As the sound of many waters this triumphant song shall rise
And resound throughout God’s vast domain.

Refrain

In that city where they need no sun,
When at last my earthly race is run,
I shall see my Savior’s face,
Revel in His love and grace
In that city where they need no sun.

(Words and Music by Haldor Lillenas)

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Songs of Heaven #2

When I Look in His Face

Tho’ the road may be rough where He leads me,
Still His footprints I plainly can trace,
And the trials I meet with seem nothing,
When I look in my dear Savior’s face.

So I keep my eyes fixed upon Jesus,
While I’m running life’s wearisome race;
I’ll forget the hard pathway I traveled,
When I look in my dear Savior’s face.

Tho’ the shadows around me may gather,
Safe I rest in my Lord’s “secret place.”
For I know there’ll be glorious sunshine,
When I look in my dear Savior’s face.

Refrain

When I look in His face, His wonderful face,
In Heaven, that beautiful place!
All the hardships of earth will seem nothing,
When I look in my dear Savior’s face.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Songs of Heaven #1

The words to old hymns about heaven have been going through my head a lot recently because of Mom's terminal illness. Here are the words to one of them:

My Savior First of All

When my life work is ended, and I cross the swelling tide,
When the bright and glorious morning I shall see;
I shall know my Redeemer when I reach the other side,
And His smile will be the first to welcome me.

Oh, the soul thrilling rapture when I view His blessèd face,
And the luster of His kindly beaming eye;
How my full heart will praise Him for the mercy, love and grace,
That prepare for me a mansion in the sky.

Oh, the dear ones in glory, how they beckon me to come,
And our parting at the river I recall;
To the sweet vales of Eden they will sing my welcome home;
But I long to meet my Savior first of all.

Through the gates to the city in a robe of spotless white,
He will lead me where no tears will ever fall;
In the glad song of ages I shall mingle with delight;
But I long to meet my Savior first of all.

Refrain

I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
And redeemed by His side I shall stand,
I shall know Him, I shall know Him,
By the print of the nails in His hand.

Monday, March 8, 2010

He Went About Doing Good

This old song goes along well with Mr. Keller's comments in yesterday's post:

He Went About Doing Good


When our Lord was here, Our Savior dear,
He gladdened each neighborhood.
For the Bible tells, the message spells,
He went about doing good.

He went about doing good,
and helping where e'er He could.
Our example is He, and like Him we should be,
Who went about doing good.

It was love revealed, when the lame He healed,
the blinded ones made to see;
When He raised the dead, the hung'ring fed,
the demon-possessed set free.

He went about doing good,
and helping where e'er He could.
Our example is He, and like Him we should be,
Who went about doing good.

(I learned this song many years ago in Vacation Bible School, and have never seen it in print. If anyone reading this knows who wrote this song, please let me know so I can give them proper credit. It is not my intention or desire to violate any copyright laws!)