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Have You Thought About Your Soul?

Posted on August 31, 2010 at 3:07 AM Comments comments (0)

Have you Thought about Your Soul

by David Buttram

"Have you ever stopped to wonder

What this life is all about?

Why you're here and where you're going

When your lease on time runs out?


Maybe you've been too busy

Trying hard to reach your goal.

Would you let me ask you kindly

Have you thought about your soul?


If you've never thought it over,

Spend a little time today;

There is nothing more important

That will ever come your way,


Than the joy of sins forgiven,

And to know you've been made whole

In the Name of Christ the Savior.

Have you thought about your soul?"



Quoted from the Gospel Tract Harvester Newsletter, February 2002, page 16.


HYMN of the WALDENSES

Posted on August 31, 2010 at 1:45 AM Comments comments (0)

Hymn of the Waldenses


Hear, Father, hear thy faint afflicted flock

Cry to thee, from the desert and the rock;

While those, who seek to slay thy children, hold

Blasphemous worship under roofs of gold;

And the broad goodly lands, with pleasant airs

That nurse the grape and wave the grain, are theirs.


Yet better were this mountain wilderness,

And this wild life of danger and distress--

Watchings by night and perilous flight by day,

And meetings in the depths of earth to pray,

Better, far better, than to kneel with them,

And pay the impious rite thy laws condemn.


Thou, Lord, dost hold the thunder; the firm land

Tosses in billows when it feels thy hand;

Thou dashest nation against nation, then

Stillest the angry world to peace again.

Oh, touch their stony hearts who hunt thy sons--

The murderers of our wives and little ones.


Yet, mighty God, yet shall thy frown look forth

Unveiled, and terribly shall shake the earth.

Then the foul power of priestly sin and all

Its long-upheld idolatries shall fall.

Thou shalt raise up the trampled and oppressed,

And thy delivered saints shall dwell in rest.


William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878 / Boston / United States)


WOE TO THOSE WHO FORGET SACRED HISTORY!

WOE! WOE! WOE!


Lawrence Scott

THE MARTYR

Posted on August 30, 2010 at 10:17 PM Comments comments (0)


THE MARTYR


Deem not the just by heaven forgot,

Though life its common gifts deny ---

Though, with a crushed and bleeding heart,

And spurned of man, he goes to die:

For God hath marked each sorrowing day,

And numbered every bitter tear;

And heaven's long years of bliss shall pay

For all His children suffer here. 


BRYANT


From Uncle Tom's Cabin, page 484, by Harriet Beecher Stowe, T. Nelson & Sons 1852 Edition


I just read the classic "Uncle Tom's Cabin". It's a MASTER PIECE of "factual fiction." I aim to put many gems from that book right here on this page for the edification of whomever, including me. 


I received an old yellowed 1852 edtion from a good friend of mine who was going through her old books and wondered what to do with it. Bless her soul! She thought of me!, a "living" Martyr [and prophet, for all of God's sealed one's are "prophets"]----so says the inward spiritual discernment pointing to the darkened days before us, and so says my present spiritual physical and mental and emotional pains!


The Lord redeems through many an avenue of sufferings. Was it "fair" what the slaves went through? If you haven't read this book, DON'T. It will utterly discomfort your moral ease rouse the highest sense of indignation! Fair or unfair, how can we qualify any suffering? We should not be surprised by GOD's means, unless his end of mercy come.


Consider Job. Consider David. Consider Paul. Oh, yes! Consider our blessed Lord Jesus himself, the Prince of "Suffering"---the One who will see to it so very very soon "affliction [sin, suffering, death, disease, etc] shall not rise up the second time."! Nahum 1:9


The true Christian has much to learn from the history of negro slavery and the noble souls of many a white or negro man or woman who fought the dreadful EVIL til the day of the blessed "emancipation." So sad that the NATURE OF SIN in mankind makes it so that til the close of time there will be many Martyrs {living or not}; for the Book of Revelation, reveals that as the 7 last plagues fall "the merchants of the earth" are mourning over the lack of the sale of "Babylon" [USA and the world's] "merchandise" of  "wheat, and beasts, and sheep, and horses, and chariots, and slaves, and souls of men." Revelation 18:13.


A bit of interesting info. Hymns that Uncle Tom sang in the book of fact/fiction by H.B. Stowe...


Evidentially, many traditional hymns have "root lyrics" from which the song writers of today call the "original hymn."  John Newton's "Amazing Grace" [1779 or 1808] appears in a raw form in the lyrics of a HYMN found in the 1852 Edition of Uncle Tom's Cabin.  Evidentially the last verse here was not in the original Newton version.


"The earth shall be dissolved like snow,

The sun shall cease to shine;

But God, who called me here below,

Shall be for ever mine.


And when this mortal life shall fail,

And flesh and sense shall cease,

I shall possess within the veil

A life of joy and Peace.


When we've been there ten thousand years,

Bright shining like the sun,

We've no less days to sing God's praise

Than when we first begun.


The Newton Orignial ---


"Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)

That sav’d a wretch like me!

I once was lost, but now am found,

Was blind, but now I see.’


Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,

And grace my fears reliev’d;

How precious did that grace appear,

The hour I first believ’d!


Thro’ many dangers, toils and snares,

I have already come;

’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,

And grace will lead me home.


The Lord has promis’d good to me,

His word my hope secures;

He will my shield and portion be,

As long as life endures.


Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,

And mortal life shall cease;

I shall possess, within the veil,

A life of joy and peace.


The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,

The sun forbear to shine;

But God, who call’d me here below,

Will be forever mine.


 

"The origin of the melody is unknown. Most hymnals attribute it to an early American folk melody. The Bill Moyers special on “Amazing Grace” speculated that it may have originated as the tune of a song the slaves sang. Newton was not only a prolific hymn writer but also kept extensive journals and wrote many letters. Historians accredit his journals and letters for much of what is known today about the eighteenth century slave trade."  http://www.anointedlinks.com/amazing_grace.html


Another HYMN sung by UNCLE TOM was this hymn by Isaac Watts

[The last stanza wasn't in the Book]


WHEN I SHALL READ MY TITLE CLEAR


When I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.


Should earth against my soul engage,

And hellish darts be hurled,

Then I can smile at Satan’s rage,

And face a frowning world.


Let cares, like a wild deluge come,

And storms of sorrow fall!

May I but safely reach my home,

My God, my heav’n, my All.


There shall I bathe my weary soul

In seas of heav’nly rest,

And not a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast.



Also from the book UNCLE TOM, page 459


Colonization Society By John G. C. Brainard (1796–1828) [Only the underlined was in Uncle Tom's]



ALL sights are fair to the recover’d blind—  

All sounds are music to the deaf restored—

The lame, made whole, leaps like the sporting hind;  

And the sad bow’d down sinner, with his load

Of shame and sorrow, when he cuts the cord, 

And drops the pack it bound, is free again

In the light yoke and burden of his Lord.

Thus, with the birthright of his fellow man,

Sees, hears and feels at once the righted African. 


’T is somewhat like the burst from death to life;        

From the grave’s cerements to the robes of Heaven;

From sin’s dominion, and from passion’s strife,  

To the pure freedom of a soul forgiven!  

When all the bonds of death and hell are riven,

And mortals put on immortality;        

When fear, and care, and grief away are driven,

And Mercy’s hand has turn’d the golden key,

And Mercy’s voice has said, “Rejoice—thy soul is free!



Hymn On the Martrys

Posted on March 2, 2010 at 5:34 PM Comments comments (0)

Flung to the heedless winds,

Or on the waters cast,

Their ashes shall be watched,

And gathered at last.

And from that scattered dust,

Around us and abroad,

Shall spring a plenteous seed

Of witnesses for God.

Jesus hath now received

Their latest living breath—

Yet vain is Satan’s boast

Of victory in their death.

Still—still—though dead, they speak,

And trumpet-tongued proclaim

To many a wakening land,

The one availing Name.

Martin Luther