TIME AND ETERNITY

Friend, may we repent of wasted time – I need to. Repentance honors the Lord Jesus Christ!

I ONCE WAS LOST

A re-post because time has been on my mind a lot lately…

TIME AND ETERNITY

Oh time, how few thy value weigh,
How few will estimate a day!
Days, months and years are rolling on,
The soul neglected and undone!

In painful cares, or empty joys,
Our life its precious hours destroys:
While death stands watching at our side,
Eager to stop the living tide.

Was it for this, ye mortal race,
Your Maker gave you here a place?
Was it for this his thought design’d
The frame of your immortal mind?

For nobler cares, for joys sublime,
He fashion’d all the sons of time;
Pilgrims on earth, but soon to be
The heirs of immortality.

This season of your being, know,
Is giv’n to you– your seeds to sow;
Wisdom and folly’s differing grain
In future world is bliss or pain.

Then let me every day review,
Idle or…

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Christian poetry: Milton

 

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On the Late Massacre in Piedmont

Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones
Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold,
Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old,
When all our fathers worshiped stocks and stones;
Forget not: in thy book record their groans
Who were thy sheep and in their ancient fold
Slain by the bloody Piedmontese that rolled
Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans
The vales redoubled to the hills, and they
To Heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow
O’er all th’ Italian fields where still doth sway
The triple tyrant; that from these may grow
A hundredfold, who having learnt thy way
Early may fly the Babylonian woe.

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Last words – Samuel Rutherford

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Anwoth Old Kirk. Samuel Rutherford was the minister here from 1627 to 1638, Mick Garratt - own work, May 1997, Wikimedia

Anwoth Old Kirk. Samuel Rutherford was the minister here from 1627 to 1638, Mick Garratt – own work, May 1997, Wikimedia

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Last Words

A Poem inspired by the letters and last words of Samuel Rutherford, by Mrs. A. R. Cousin.

Fire and Ice: Puritan and Reformed Writings

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But while the versification is that of Mrs. Cousin, the thoughts contained in it, and most of the peculiar expressions were uttered by Samuel Rutherford himself while he was lying on his death bed, and these telling and intense expressions of the dying saint, with a few others like them were wrought skilfully into the poem…

STEM Publishing : Hymns : Spiritual Songsters : Mrs. Ann Ross Cousin, 1824-1906.

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The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of Heaven breaks,
The summer morn I’ve sighed for,
The fair sweet morn awakes:
Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory—glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
Letters 79, 147, 323.
Oh! well it is for ever,
Oh! well for evermore,
My nest hung in no forest
Of all this death-doom’d shore
Yea, let the vain world vanish,
As from the ship the strand,
While glory—glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
Letter 4.
There the Red Rose of Sharon
Unfolds its heartsome bloom,
And fills the air of Heaven
With ravishing perfume:—
Oh! to behold it blossom,
While by its fragrance fann’d,
Where glory—glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
Letters 181, 321.
The King there in His beauty,
Without a veil, is seen:
It were a well-spent journey,
Though seven deaths lay between.
The Lamb, with His fair army,
Doth on Mount Zion stand,
And glory—glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
Letters 165, 284, 291, 318.
Oh! Christ He is the Fountain,
The deep sweet well of love!
The streams on earth I’ve tasted,
More deep I’ll drink above:
There, to an ocean fulness,
His mercy doth expand,
And glory—glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
Letters 288, 317
E’en Anwoth was not heaven—
E’en preaching was not Christ
And in my sea-beat prison
My Lord and I held tryst:
And aye my murkiest storm-cloud
Was by a rainbow spann’d,
Caught from the glory dwelling
In Immanuel’s land.
Letters 86, 96, 225, 335.
But that He built a heaven
Of His surpassing love,
A little New Jerusalem,
Like to the one above,—
“Lord, take me o’er the water,”
Had been my loud demand,
“Take me to love’s own country,
Unto Immanuel’s land.”
Letter 233.
But flowers need night’s cool darkness,
The moonlight and the dew;
So Christ, from one who loved it,
His shining oft withdrew;
And then for cause of absence,
My troubled soul I scann’d—
But glory, shadeless, shineth
In Immanuel’s land.
Letter 234.
The little birds of Anwoth
I used to count them blest,—
Now, beside happier altars
I go to build my nest:
O’er these there broods no silence,
No graves around them stand,
For glory, deathless, dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
Letters 92, 167, 206.
Fair Anwoth by the Solway,
To me thou still art dear!
E’en from the verge of Heaven
I drop for thee a tear.
Oh! if one soul from Anwoth
Meet me at God’s right hand,
My Heaven will be two Heavens,
In Immanuel’s land.
Letter 225.
I have wrestled on towards Heaven,
‘Gainst storm, and wind, and tide:—
Now, like a weary traveller,
That leaneth on his guide,
Amid the shades of evening,
While sinks life’s ling’ring sand,
I hail the glory dawning
From Immanuel’s land.
Letters 275, 326.
Deep waters cross’d life’s pathway,
The hedge of thorns was sharp
Now these lie all behind me—
Oh! for a well-tuned harp!
Oh! to join Halleluiah
With yon triumphant band,
Who sing, where glory dwelleth,
In Immanuel’s land.
Letter 137.
With mercy and with judgment
My web of time He wove,
And aye the dews of sorrow
Were lustred with His love.
I’ll bless the hand that guided,
I’ll bless the heart that plann’d,
When throned where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
Letters 245, 295, 298.
Soon shall the cup of glory
Wash down earth’s bitterest woes,
Soon shall the desert-briar
Break into Eden’s rose:
The curse shall change to blessing—
The name on earth that’s bann’d,
Be graven on the white stone
In Immanuel’s land.
Letters 20, 295.
Rev. 2:17
Oh! I am my Belovèds,
And my Beloved is mine!
He brings a poor vile sinner
Into His “House of wine.”
I stand upon His merit,
I know no other stand,
Not e’en where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
Letters 76, 116, 119, 148.
I shall sleep sound in Jesus,
Fill’d with His likeness rise,
To live and to adore Him,
To see Him with these eyes.
‘Tween me and resurrection
But Paradise doth stand;
Then—then for glory dwelling
In Immanuel’s land!
 
The Bride eyes not her garment,
But her dear Bridegroom’s face
I will not gaze at glory,
But on my King of Grace—
Not at the crown He gifteth,
But on His piercèd hand:—
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Immanuel’s land.
Letters 21, 168.
I have borne scorn and hatred,
I have borne wrong and shame,
Earth’s proud ones have reproach’d me,
For Christ’s thrice blessed name:—
Where God His seal set fairest
They’ve stamp’d their foulest brand;
But judgment shines like noonday
In Immanuel’s land.
 
They’ve summoned me before them,
But there I may not come,—
My Lord says, “Come up hither,”
My Lord says, “Welcome Home!”
My kingly King, at His white throne,
My presence doth command,
Where glory—glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.
Letter 86 and Deathbed Sayings

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Mrs. Ann Ross Cousin, 1824-1906.

Notes from “Who wrote our Hymns?” by C. Knapp:

Samuel Rutherford, as far as is known, wrote no hymn. “The Last Words of Samuel Rutherford” were written by a Scottish lady named Ann Ross Cousin, and was first published in the Christian Treasury as late as 1857.

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On not celebrating Christmas

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Čeština: Moravskoslezské Beskydy, zima 2014, Author Pudelek (Marcin Szala)

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All around we see winter’s beauty displayed,

God-given artistry in glorious array.

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No touch of Christmas to burden the weary,

No tinsel tossed onto times that feel dreary.

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God’s comfort always lifts us up,

His lovingkindness never puffs us up.

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His counsel of quietness descends upon us,

Like pure snow crowning us with wisdom.

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envy

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John Constable Golding-Constable's-Flower-Garden

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Today I looked at someone’s beautiful home

and felt, and indulged in, envy.

After all these years of walking with Him –

Who made Himself poor for our sakes – 

do I really want someone else’s good,

which He gave to them as their very own?

(Their difficulties are also all their own –

do I want those too?)

Would I exchange the love He’s shown to me

for the love He’s shown to them?

That would be unloving –

disloyal, unfaithful…

Lord, forgive me!

 John Constable A-Cottage-in-a-Cornfield,-1817.

Exodus 20:17 

Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour’s house, thou shalt not covet thy neighbour’s wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor any thing that is thy neighbour’s.

Jeremiah 31:3

The Lord hath appeared of old unto me, saying,
Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love:
therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee.