By C. W. Kaighin
(“Emphasize” last word each line)
THIS IS HOW
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 –
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,
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
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
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 years and ten are ours
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
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,
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,
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;
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,
Again of love, that Heavenly balm,
I read—as on I press;
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.
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,
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.”
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,
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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