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By C. W. Kaighin (“Emphasize” last word each line) THIS IS HOW Refrain: I see my Saviour hang-ing now In agony and pain Blood streaming from his thorn
crowned-brow Striped o’er and o’er again, Nailed to the cross who took His part, They pierced his quiv’ring side, Spare them, He cried, poor broken heart He took my place and died Spare them He cried, poor broken heart He took my place and died. I pray these verses may not be In vain – Misunderstood, Or prove of dull monotony, But definite and good; Each line to individualize, To magnify God’s grace, How real was He to so devise The plan, that saves our race To those who understand how great The doom of death would be, The Spirit warns e’er ‘tis too late, That every soul should see The light which Jesus died to give, The way all might receive Eternal life, in Heaven to live If only we believe He tells us that the world must know How He has set them free, The prophecies all failed to show However this could be; I often wondered how could men Bring every nook and clime The Gospel e’er He’d come again But He’ll be here on time. He stilled the waves of And caused the winds to cease – Created Electricity To tell the world of peace, Good will on Earth His radios spread In heathen lands remote, He’s waking all the spiritual dead These other waves denote. And He to whom we must repent Has shown us how to live, He bro’t us life—we’re free at last, Tis ours, without a cent, Believe, before your day has passed, Please, brother, do repent; Be safe, acknowledge Him today, Right where you sit or stand, Don’t fool Eternal life away, Tis yours, and right at hand. Just to “believe”, changed my sad plight, My heart was so oppressed All thru my life, until the night “Belief” bro’t peace and rest; To prove His love He suffered much And gave His life for me, Who could deny a friend with such A genuine guarantee? O Yes—I found Him—when I tried Just as I’d often heard, He touched my heart—I laughed and cried, He verified His Word. No more tobacco, booze or smoke, Curses and lies thrown in, He wiped them out—one powerful stroke, Bro’t joy untold within. I told Him all, He lifted me Where I could look away Beyond the clouds and plainly see The golden dawn of day; From dear old Which forms the big divide, O’er which all nations stop and weep The curtain rolled aside I see the clouds above the tomb Roll off as I draw near, Revealing Our loved ones reappear; I hear that everlasting song, Sweet, Heavenly refrain, O praise His Name, it won’t be long E’er we shall meet again. My angel
mother—near the shore Is looking down this way, And father, who went long before, I wonder what he’d say, And brother Ed. If I’d drop in Just now and say “Hello” And sister Mona,
pale and thin, I’m sure she’d like it so. But we’ll all be together soon, These partings past and gone, December will be changed to June, Dark night to glorious dawn; With Jesus—over there to be. That joyful day is near, That everlasting jubilee Will crown our glories here. This indescribable delight, This satisfying treat, Alone with Jesus day and night Has changed my life complete. These raptured glories come before The final summons given, To lift us closer to the door, The vestibule of Heaven. ‘Tis joy the whole world cannot give Nor can it take away, Without this peace—I wouldn’t live Or die, it wouldn’t pay; I’m telling you, I am your friend I hate to see you lost, Christ’s life should be a recommend His blood paid all the cost. He bro’t me And He now lives within, Where neither sorrow, death nor pain Can enter—either sin; I walk and talk with Him all day Thru Song birds and sunshine all the way And joy and praise and smiles. I used to think that Adam’s fall Destroyed this garden fair, But no, there’s luxuries for all Who come, and much to spare; How glad I am I hit the trail, I knew exactly what that meant Seemed very short, and smooth and light, *
* * Jesus, allow me to relate, How You appeared that night, To me—that more appreciate Your live and power and might; While joyfully I sang and prayed As I lay on my bed, A crown descended thru the shade And stopped above my head. A rare adornment, jeweled set, Richly embossed with gold— Another vision, closer yet, Beneath it I behold My Saviour’s face—More VICTORY, Another finished treat, He knew my faith was weak so He Convinced me thus complete. No doubting now, I sure believe, Jesus appeared to me To prove how Satan can deceive Those of uncertainty; What else—beside the power of God Could transform so complete, As I—so full of sin and fraud— Resigned, at Jesus’ feet Consider, says His Holy Word, The lily pure and white, In bashful solitude unheard This wonder and delight; It toileth not, nor does it spin, Yet Solomon of old With it his glories all thrown in, Could not compare, we’re told. The black and muddy swamp is where This fragrant beauty grows— Perfumes and purifies the air, And where it comes from, shows That God can raise His children out Of sin much worse than mud And wash them white, turn them about, Redeemed in Jesus’ blood. So buckle up your armour tight, Be bold, don’t hesitate, Hold Jesus up, He is the light, The entrance and the gate; No time for guess-work, or suppose, No time for, I don’t care, No time to hold a grudge for those Who may have been unfair. No time at all, to lose, oh, Lord, Impress Thy servants all, To boast of Thee to spread Thy Word, Lest we ourselves might fall; So Christian, whether cold or hot, Come, work, with double zeal, Convince the sinner on the spot, A splendid place to deal With those who really do not know That Jesus died to save Them from Eternal death and woe, To life beyond the grave; Aboard the cars or on the walk Are souls that may be lost, The time is short, we’ve got to talk No matter what the cost. Be instant, show them the light And help them if they fall, Or you’ll explain to God your right To disobey His call; Be not deceived, God is not mocked, This warning is for you, So use your light where sin has blocked The sun from shining thru. The Word of God says He will spew Out of His mouth all those Who lag behind His faithful few, As neither friends or foes; Get busy now, the time is short, God will not compromise— White, black or yellow, every sort, Don’t wait to specialize. We all have precious souls to save How serious and how sad, If we should lose beyond the grave That life we should have had; Oh, that this story might persuade The world to try God’s plan, Our’s is the very highest grade, Prepared alone for man. To Adam, God had planned to give Eternal With Eve forever more to live But he took her advice To disobey the Lord and do Our entire race—a wrong ‘Twas disobedience, they knew, So they were not there long. As God and sin could not agree Our paradise was lost, Then came a dark Eternity And death to pay the cost; In sorrow then a plan God tried Our heritage to save Thru which His Son we crucified And sent Him to the grave. ‘Twas just like this and Christmas Day ‘Til then had been unknown, Back in the mountains far away An angel came alone To just a few of God’s own choice With tidings showing where A gift which made the world rejoice Was born—God’s Son and Heir His name was Jesus, full of love, He told us to repent And thus regain our home above The Cross was our consent; The Holy Spirit took His place, Gave us another chance, To save thru His redeeming grace Our lost inheritance. Thru Him, dear Lord, O guide me now, I’m weak and prone to sin, I know I must be kept, that’s how I’ll ever enter in. Dear Jesus, ‘twas Thy sacrifice To purge me with Thy blood, Thou hast restored my paradise, I’m reconciled to God. In olden times men lived to be Nine hundred years or more, God’s Son showed us in thirty-three What we were living for; Now And we may live ‘til 4— Which only bring those longing hours For those who’ve gone before. Thy resurrection from the dead Transformed the lonely tomb, Drove out our sorrow, fear and dread, And made the desert bloom; So did’st Thou send Thy spirit down To quicken us along— To change us sooner for our crown And Heaven, where we belong. Our “Healer” too, the stripes You bore, Relieve our every fear, Of death or sickness there’s no more Thru Thee they disappear; So brother, try our Lord in prayer, When you are sick or lame To heal, to take your every care, Remember, He’s the same. The Hebrews say our Christ was good Tho’ not the Son of God, Now 50—50 never could Be other than a fraud, But as my Christ has shown His worth, And filled His guarantee, And blessed me with a brand new birth He’s genuine, you see. How wonderful of Him to raise Us up thru faith and give Us Heaven to spend our earthly days ‘Til we go there to live; Unties our bandages of sin, Our burial clothes we leave Back in the grave, joy enters in If only we believe. I wasted many precious years Before I understood This great salvation, which appears To all who try His blood; Tho’ many who have been reproved Shall be cut off without A remedy and be removed As stumbling blocks about. Free moral agency is ours To live without a frame, To manifest thru us His powers, To glorify His Name. This risen Christ now waits for you To just “believe” and live, The countless ages to go thru With Him, yes, He’ll forgive. God wanted our companionship For this we had to be Developed, so He let us slip To learn our A B C, Capacity and great desire We should appreciate, He gave for Heaven and all things higher And not as dogs to rate. Now Jew, now Gentile, common sense Will tell you which is right, ‘Tis not of dollars, pounds or pence, But of His power and might; He’ll raise you up, if you will trust To Him your every care, His Spirit manifested must His reality declare. Now sum this story up and see Why God should work this way, Two parts compose humanity God’s breath and Adam’s clay; Of all creation, man alone. God tried His best to please Inspired His earthy flesh and bone With sense for power and ease. Our life a vapor, God’s own breath, Exclusively His own, He shall reclaim, our mortal death Dissolves the clay alone; Like as a child may romp and play, Happy and free from care, Needs mama at the close of day So does the soul compare. That He might have it back again Acceptable and pure, With Him forever more to reign He made it doubly sure; Thru His Son Jesus Christ we learn Just how to live and die, His blood insured our safe return For Judgment in the sky. I’ve wondered if God sent His Son Down here to serve His time As inefficiency to run His job would be a crime, Just think the ruler over all, Jesus, our coming King, Up there to judge the great and small Should know most everything. A prince to leave His royal throne, His object manifold, To get experience of His own Better than being told. He suffered cruelties and worse Of those He came to save, His live unchanged—He took our curse, But—left it in the grave. Lived to an age that we might see The average years of man, The world dies every thirty-three And proves His perfect plan; He did not say, “Don’t do as I, But do as I tell you” He lived the life Himself, that’s why He knew what we could do. Oh, Saviour, open up the door Of utterance that I might Find language to persuade with more Intelligence and light; And speak Your mysteries so rich Of how You died to save, Showered us with gifts the best of which Is life beyond the grave. Where it is written in Thy Word Eye hath not seen nor ear Such glories shown to us or heard As these when they appear; And neither can there enter in The things which God prepared Man’s heart so small and prone to sin Is not with God’s compared. Dear Jesus, I can hardly wait That rapturous jubilee, For this I gladly consecrate My life, my all, to Thee; No sin, no sorrow, no decay, No wickedness to mar, This Heavenly atmosphere as they Are left below too far. Thy spendors to the seeking soul, Tho’ far from friends alone, Where clouds may gather, thunders roll, Are shown to all Thine own; Conception, born in worldly heart Could ne’er present the real, Delight or joy, which lives apart In Thee, who doth reveal. Who found me thus and loved me so To help me in the way, The clouds of night I left below For everlasting day; O grave, thou’st lost thy hopeless sting, Thy mission now is love, Behold, I rise as tho’ on wing To realms of job above, Thru Thee in Christ I soon shall reign New Heavens and Earth to be My Where? Is thy victory? Above the world, thru faith I rise Ascending into space, Like as a marriage in the skies I reach a Heavenly place. I enter thru a massive gate Its beauty charmed the sight, While sweetest melodies vibrate Enchantments of delight; A grand triumphant arch o’er head— Transparent as of glass Thru which His children shall be led I also have to pass. Christ, who is Keystone of the arch, The jewel of the sky, Illuminates our line of march To Heaven, our Home on high; His loving kindness filled the air, Also my wond’ring heart, Love—was the motto everywhere— Love ruled in every part. I stop amazed, I now behold, Above—beyond—below— Of grandeur never can be told By human tongue—and lo— These words I read across the sky— “Come unto Me all ye, Who need a rest—your tears I’ll dry, Eternal life is free.” That loving invitation stands Do large, so plain and clear, That sinners have no “ifs or ands” But drop their burdens here; He knew about my burden, too, He died, that He might take, My heart of sin for one of new Desires without an ache. I hear glad tidings from above, Melodious airs all ‘round, How I enjoy this land of love And peace which I have found; This transformation seems too great, My life was just a groove, Hemmed in with sin until quite late With nothing to approve. I know my eyes were almost blind, My ears were almost deaf, Thank God, I wasn’t left behind Tho’ tardy my relief. I wander on thru pastures green Like silken velvet soft, Old In story told so oft. It’s banks with verdure overgrown Where roses droop and swing. Such fragrance I had never known The birds His praises sing; I walk along these river banks Far in the woodland shade, In ecstacy of joy and thanks Where little zephyrs played. Those loving songs of Him who died And sadly sweetly sung, Of how our “Christ was crucified” In supernatural tongue; The grandeur of this paradise No words can e’er define, Our Saviour’s suffering was the price, The glory is all mine. I see my Saviour hanging now In agony and pain, Blood streaming from His thorn-crowned
brow Striped o’er and o’er again; Nailed to the Cross who took His part They pierced His quivering side, Spare them, He cried—poor broken heart, He took my place and died. He’s now the Lord of Heaven, tho’ He Was Servant to them all, Plain, humble, He preferred to be, Like Peter, John or Paul; He washed His tired disciples’ feet— Love seeketh not its own, Love made our Saviour’s life complete From manger to the throne. I journey on neath shady boughs, Festoons of rustling mirth, Like whispering sweethearts making vows Of love way back on earth; Along old Again I wend my way, I could not tarry, stop or think, ‘Twas such a happy day. Ah, here’s a valley, still and calm, ‘Tis self-forgetfulness, Again of love, that Heavenly balm, I read—as on I press; Besides old I searched with greatest care, A way to reach the other side So beautiful and fair. But now I stop, ‘twas all in vain In trying any more, I tried to cross, give up again, Alone, upon the shore; Impatiently I waited ‘til I felt His guiding hand, ‘Twas holding me against my will ‘Twas not as I had planned. I tho’t of Moses’ wandering tribe Lost in the wilderness, A merry-go-round would describe My pathway more or less; I might be right in That is, on selfish ground And wilderness, as guessing how Deliverance can be found. To “ He told me then to go, I didn’t know which way to face I’d heard the plains were low; But very fertile to produce Just one big harvest field, The help was short, I’d no excuse, I couldn’t help but yield. I also found a lower plane— A humble attitude, In spirit and in truth would gain Among the multitude; More confidence of those in need Of His redeeming love, I knew that no one else could lead Me—like the One above. ‘Tis great to have a knowledge of Art, music, science, and Literature, but of God’s love We’re slow to understand; ‘Tis excellency—Paul declares, Of knowledge—separate— Above the world where none compares Or can they—imitate. Himself He gave to ransom us, Pure gold, His life, His blood, We should in change present Him thus With service—true and good; Our gift upon the alter lay, At peace with every man, This is important to obey To fill the victory plan. I raised my head and asked the Lord To guide me with His hand, To victory—I could not afford To lose—That’s “ The “old man” in me—wasn’t dead Too much I thought of self, Until this little rapture—led Me to the dusty shelf. Took down my Bible—read a line It pointed right to me, As I had light I ought to shine And thus let others see; Religion, without love, you’ll find Is like an empty cask, Some day you may be left behind So throw away your mask. How wonderful I found His Word It filled that empty space With music saints alone have heard And His redeeming grace; It filled my heart so full of cheer It fairly over run, Another paradise right here Forget old number one. So now I’m going to admit, I tho’t of “self” alone, Also the only place I’d fit Was for a corner stone; I knew there should be something more, Mine was a special case, But some one else filled in before My self-appointed place. That Book reflected—my life size To be so very small, That only God’s all-seeing eyes Could make me out at all, And when I found how small I was Myself so mean and low, And great presumption was the cause It did me good to know. Nothing in self—No—I should say, Oh, Jesus, teach me now To follow in Thy humble way, In reverence to bow; To thank and praise Thee as I go, ‘Twill make my life so sweet, Tis blessedness in keeping low, Around my Saviour’s feet. Back to that valley ‘mong the hills Of self-forget so sweet, ‘Mid climbing roses, shady rills, To lighten my defeat; When to my joy and great surprise I found the atmosphere, Would soften the hearts and open eyes With patient love to cheer. The other fellow, who no doubt, Thru sin had come to grief, Might have been down and nearly out, But here he found relief; So looking carefully around— The happy place—this was, Another paradise—I found Unselfishness the cause, Controlled by love, and this I found Beat all your modern laws. So many happy faces—I Had never seen before, Just self-forgetfulness was why I loved it all the more; Unselfishness and sacrifice Delivered us from sin, Jesus restored this paradise So brother, walk right in. This lovely valley where I stay Was once a desert land, Now full of glory, far away, From Satan and his brand; The choicest trees are growing here— Among the branches high, Songsters from Heaven have come to cheer And welcome you and I. In charming melodies of Him The burdened heart receives, God’s messages from branch and limb, And blessings from the leaves; Our statuary here is fine— All draped in purest white, God chiseled them, they’re genuine Emblems of truth and light. The features of each saintly face Show conscience clear and pure Are models of God’s love and grace And Shielded to endure; We have a kindergarten too, The place where I attend, On Purpose for old timers who Have just found their best friend Up here your earthly years don’t count, But when you’re born again, You start in Beulah on the Mount Like babies, not like men; Like cool Siloam’s shady rill— Sweet water-lilies grow, Forget me nots and roses fill The lives of those who know. With blessings, rich and rare of God— Why don’t you try this joy, You’ve hung around and hemmed and hawed And used Him as a toy; Soon will your day of grace be past Wake up before you’re late Don’t risk your soul, for hell at last Will get you if you wait. Geography does not locate This garden on the map, Has science ready to debate Without a thinking cap; This Eden Home is only part Of our existence here, With other blessings on your heart Bring Heaven itself quite near. When you are born again, then you Won’t have to turn around To find this lively garden too Where all these joys abound; Where Jesus is, there’s everything Of beauty on the way, Our hopes assured, the joybells ring In everlasting day. Some college professor is trying to
locate The garden of Eden in the Holylands. He better come down to the mission And save traveling expense— The spring of living water here Is bubbling o’er and o’er So fill your pitcher without fear And come again for more; There’s showers of blessing, song and
shine, Festooned and mossy trees, Where fruitful branch and living vine, Are waving in the breeze. Right here I want to say to you That Jesus is our Guide Revealing when He taks you thru Much nicer things beside; There’s fountains sparkling o’er with
love And hopes that never fade, And never-withering leaves above To spread refreshing shade Would you disown a friend who died For you, tho innocent, Was tortured, mocked, and crucified, Who asked you to repent; That’s just what Jesus did for you— O seek Himi right away, He’ll give you peace and take you thru That awful judgement day. Our blessed Saviour closed the tomb Of hell He locked the door, He banished death with all its gloom And sorrow ever more; He locked them up and took the key Back with Him when He went, Convinced the world on Calvary Exactly what He meant. Old Jordan Valley our last stop Is lower than the sea, But really a mountain top The nearest place to be To Him who suffered for our curse And shouldered all the blame, Who bro’t us life, just the reverse, Oh, glory to His name! Awake, Arise, e’er time has gone ‘Tis passing swiftly by Beyond the stream the golden dawn Grows brighter in the sky; The resurrection is at hand Soon we shall see His face, Come, boldly now and take your stand Before the throne of grace. “The Lord
Himself shall descend from Heaven with a shout, and 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.” BEHOLD A vision in the sky— Praise God, how glad I am Redeemed in Christ, I’ll never die Oh, GLORY to the Lamb! Come, blessed Jesus, gentle, kind, Welcome this day of AWE I close my eyes, the sight would blind— With glory—what I saw. HOSANNA to the Lord on high The Heavens are pouring out Millions of Angels from the sky Arise—come forth—they shout; Awake!
Oh, what a trumpet blast The great Arch-Angel call— Has raised the dead in Christ and last We follow, after all. Our Christ HIMSELF stands on the MOUNT— Of Olives—robed in WHITE The KING of KINGS to take account In all His power and might; The clouds have changed to realms of gold Columns of showy fleece, Hope, joy, unspeakable, untold, This JUBILEE of peace. Millions of saints in robes of white— To glorify my LORD No Christless grave, but joy and light, And PARADISE RESTORED Jesus our Paradise restored God’s gift a brand new birth, Eternal life in Christ our Lord Beginning here on earth; The truth the power from Heav’n above In traveling God’s way, Brings joy unspeakable and love And everlasting day. To life in Christ—how separate— Thy beauties are sublime, Gethsamane to meditate With Jesus all the time; A paradise, a raptured flight, A thrill which never dies, Unto the world a radiant light, Which leadeth to the skies. Meditation of His Word. |
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