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Introduction • George Cutting: The Man in the Glory • Joseph Pellatt: The King went down • S. J. B. Carter: The Remnant that is Left |
• E. H. Chater: Christ Jesus Only His Rich Grace The Lord's Supper The Heavenly Man God's Mighty King Thou art Mine, I am Thine |
| INTRODUCTION |
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This collection of poems is an addition to The Christian Poetry Series – since the opening of My Brethren – and will grow as suitable poems become available.
Mr. Carter's poem is encouraging in these difficult times.
Mr. Pellatt's poem will touch every heart.
We appreciate Stone Publishing Trust making available the fine poems of Mr. Chater.
G.A.R.
| THE MAN IN THE GLORY "The Man Christ Jesus", 1 Timothy 2: 5 George Cutting |
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I wake in the morning with thoughts of His love
Who is living for me in the glory above,
Ev'ry minute expecting He'll call me away,
And that keeps me bright all the rest of the day.
But the moments speed forward, and on comes the noon
Yet still I am singing: "He'll come very soon;"
And thus I am watching from morning till night
And pluming my wings to be ready for flight.
There's a Man in the glory I know very well
I have known Him for years, and His goodness can tell:
One day in His mercy He knock'd at my door,
And seeking admission, knock'd many times o'er.
But when I went to Him, and stood face to face,
And listen'd awhile to His story of grace,
How He suffer'd for sinners, and put away sin,
I heartily, thankfully welcomed Him in.
We have lived on together a number of years,
And that's why I neither have doubtings nor fears,
For my sins are all hid in the depths of the sea,
They were carried down there by the Man on the tree.
I am often surprised why the lip should be curl'd,
When I speak of my Lord to the man of the world;
And notice with sorrow his look of disdain,
When I tell him that Jesus is coming again.
He seems so content with his houses and gold,
While despising the ark, like the people of old,
And yet at His coming I'm sure he would flee,
Like the man in the garden, who ate of the tree.
I cannot but think it is foolish of souls
To put all their money "in bags which have holes",
To find in the day that is coming apace,
How lightly they valued the "riches of grace".
As fond as I am of His work in the field,
I would let go the plough, I would lay down the shield:
The weapons of service I'd put on the shelf,
And the sword in its scabbard, to be with Himself.
But I'll work on with pleasure, while keeping my eyes
On the end of the field where standeth the prize.
I would work for His glory, that when we shall meet
I may have a large sheaf to lay down at His feet;
That He too, with pleasure His fruit may review:
Is the Man in the glory a stranger to you?
A stranger to Jesus, what, do you know
He is washing poor sinners much whiter than snow?
Have you lived in a land where the Bible's unknown,
That you don't know the Man who is now on the throne?
Ah, did you but know half His beauty and power
You would not be a stranger another half-hour.
I have known Him so long that I'm able to say,
The very worst sinner He'll not turn away.
The question of sin, I adoringly see,
The Man in the glory has settled for me.
And as to my footsteps whatever the scene,
The Man in the glory is keeping me clean;
And therefore I'm singing from morning till night
The Man in the glory is all my delight.
Geo. Cutting.
| THE KING WENT DOWN Joseph Pellatt |
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Then he turns it to Christ and says:
Joseph Pellattr.
| "THE REMNANT THAT IS LEFT" Samuel J. B. Carter |
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| S.J.B.C. is noted for asking the key question at Barnet in 1929 leading to the clarification of the nature of The Sonship of Christ. |
Isaiah 37: 3-4. |
Lord Jesus, in this evil day
Of ruin and decline,
Some would, 'mid weakness, tread the way
Trod by those feet of Thine –
Confess Thy Name, hold fast Thy word,
Thy path on earth accept;
For these our earnest prayer is stirred
"The remnant that is left".
Afflicted, scattered, poor and few,
Despised and e'en maligned
Yet would they stedfast be and true
Consistent and combined:
And in Thy faithfulness confide –
Thy character reflect;
Lord, succour, cheer, sustain and guide
"The remnant that is left".
The enemy may further thin
Their ranks, if kept down here;
"Fightings without, and fears within",
Draw forth the sigh and tear;
Yet on Thyself may they depend,
Though of all else bereft,
And still to them fresh grace extend –
"The remnant that is left".
"A little flock"! May they retain
"A little strength", through grace;
"A little while", if they remain,
May they still fill Thy place!
Lord, with this little company
May we in love be kept;
Preserve in truth and harmony
"The remnant that is left".
Samuel J. B. Carter.
| "CHRIST JESUS ONLY" – a selection of the poems of E. H. Chater | |
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| From 'Living Water' No. 74-75, March-June 2006 By permission of Stone Publishing Trust
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As born in sin, I lived for years,
Like many thousands do;
Unconscious of my lost estate;
Of Christ I nothing knew.
But blinded by God’s enemy,
I lived as I was born;
My soul scarce caused me once a thought
Till light began to dawn.
I knew I sinned, but what of that?
My neighbours did the same.
I thought I was as good as they;
I had as good a name.
I injured no man wilfully,
I tried to do my best;
But still I felt a dread at times,
I was not quite at rest.
I should have gone on longer still,
And never could have known
The blessed truth I now enjoy,
But for His grace alone.
So hearken now, turn not away,
But hear what God has done;
For one who was an enemy
Is now, by grace, a son!
Yes, Jesus, long, long while ago,
For sinners came to die;
Through weakness He was crucified,
By power raised on high.
As Lord and Christ He’s seated now
At God’s right hand in heaven;
By faith in Him I know I’m saved
And all my sins forgiven.
I do not think, or hope, but know,
For all there was to do,
God’s word declares was done by Him;
I rest there, will not you?
With me then you will share the joy
Of pardon full and free;
For God’s salvation is like God –
It’s life and liberty.
And soon the Lord Himself will come,
And call us to the air,
With mighty voice and trump of God;
When we shall meet Him there.
In glory bright we then shall see
Our Saviour face to face;
Be like Him – share eternity –
Through works? No! wondrous grace.
1873
HIS RICH GRACE
Trusting in the glorious Saviour Now to trace His blessed footsteps Learning, now, in sweet communion, Soon our Lord Himself is coming
1885
THE LORD’S SUPPER
Lord, how blest as on we journey, To break bread we come together, Lord, our souls in worship ponder Seated, Lord, in rest, we thank Thee, With adoring hearts we worship, Now the promised glory waiting,
1889
THE HEAVENLY MAN
In the brightest spot in glory, All the heavenly hosts adore Him, Christ, the Lamb, the Man of sorrows, Now above He waits in patience, It’s His love that daily weaneth Soon the bright-unclouded morning
1892
I have rest;
Peace which passeth understanding:
Oh! How blest!
Soon to see the glory beaming
In His face;
With Him share eternal blessing:
Oh! what grace!
Till that day:
Till He comes and all His loved ones
Calls away.
May we ever find our joy then
In His will.
Though we’re tried, and Jesus tarry,
Waiting still.
How to live;
Sweeter joys than earth affordeth
He doth give.
Known when He’s our only object
There above;
And our hearts find all their treasure
In His love.
In the air,
And His joy on high for ever
We shall share
Dwelling there to endless ages
Through His blood,
We shall own the grace unbounded
Of our God.
Blest to hear Thy gracious word,
Bidding us Thyself remember,
Touching our heart’s deepest chord.
Oh, how blest the assemblying place!
Heartfelt praise to Thee outpouring,
Fruit of Thy rich-flowing grace.
Thy deep agony and woe;
Thou hast suffered for God’s glory,
And hast overcome the foe.
Feasting on the bread and wine,
Joying in Thy blessed presence,
Happy, for we know we’re Thine.
Bow before Thee, Jesus, Lord,
Now on high, Thou, Thou art worthy,
By Thine own to be adored.
Blessed hope of all Thine own,
Thy victorious death announcing,
Lord, till Thou Thyself shall come.
See Him, God’s beloved Son,
Christ, the Man of His blest counsel,
Crowned and seated on His throne.
And the glory of His name
Fills the wide expanse of heaven –
His is everlasting fame.
Made God’s will His whole delight,
Bore the cross, the shame despising,
Fought and won the faithful fight.
And when we His face behold,
He will to our hearts enraptured
His heart’s deepest love unfold.
From this ruined scene below;
It’s His love that daily cheereth
Mid earth’s sorrows, grief and woe.
On His favoured saints shall dawn,
And the dreary night of mourning
Be for ever past and gone.
