GOD HOLDS US IN HIS EVERLASTING ARMS……Poem by Robert Fear on Isaiah 40

He hath fixed the set proportions of the oceans and the land
According to the details of His plan;
He hath “measured out the waters in the hollow of his hand”
And meted out the heavens with His span.”
He controls th’ unconquered orbit of “the light that rules the day”
And guides the myriad worlds that shine at night;
And brings forth the host of heaven by their numbers to display
The uncontested brilliance of His might!
But although His arm is power to the infinite expanse,
That same unerring arm is in control
To determine and to govern my every circumstance—
To claim complete submission in my soul!
Yes!  And though He counts the nations as “the dust upon the scale”
And soars above their triumphs and alarms,
He remembers all about us—that our frame of dust is frail,
And holds us in His “everlasting arms.”
(R.G. Fear:  Composed en route to France for the Invasion of Europe,
June 15th, 1945)
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A POEM……Dorothea Day

Out of the light that dazzles me,
Bright as the sun from pole to pole
   I thank the God I know to be
For Christ is the conqueror of my soul
Since His the sway of circumstance
   I would not wince nor cry aloud
Under the rule which men call chance
   My head with joy is humbly bowed
Beyond this place of sin and tears
That life with Him!  And His the aid,
   Despite the menace of the years,
Keep, and shall keep me, unafraid
I have no fear, though strait the gate,
He cleared my punishment from the scroll
   Christ is the master of my fate
   Christ is the master of my soul

“THE MISSION OF THE HOLY SPIRIT”……H.A. Ironside

“Oh the peace of full surrender!
    All my joy to do His will!
Mine to trust His faithful promise;
    His the promise to fulfil
Oh the glory and the rapture
    Thus to dwell with Christ the Lord;
New delight and wisdom gaining
    From the study of His Word.
Pleasure’s songs no more entice me,
    Nor the bugle note of Fame;
Sweeter far the holy music
    Of my dear Redeemer’s name.
Oh the glory and the rapture—
    Earthly burdens pass away!
Stormy winter turns to summer;
    Lonely darkness into day.”
(excerpt from H.A. Ironside’s “The Mission of the Holy Spirit”)

POEM……Author Unknown

Is there no other way, Oh, God,
Except through sorrow, pain and loss?
To stamp Christ’s likeness on my soul,
No other way except the cross?
And then a voice stills all my soul,
That stilled the waves of Galilee,
“Cans’t thou not bear the furnace
If midst the flames I walk with thee?
I bore the cross, I know its weight,
I drank the cup I hold for thee.
Cans’t thou not follow where I lead?
I’ll give thee strength, lean hard on Me.”

INCOMPARABLE CHRIST……Author Unknown

PRESSED! Author Unknown

Pressed out of measure, and pressed to all length;
Pressed so intensely it seems beyond strength;


Pressed in the body and pressed in the soul;
Pressed in the mind till the dark surges roll;


Pressure by foes, and pressure by friends;
Pressure on pressure till life nearly ends.


Pressed into knowing no helper but God;
Pressed into loving the staff and the rod;


Pressed into liberty where nothing clings;
Pressed into faith for impossible things;


Pressed into living a life in the Lord;
Pressed into living a Christ-life outpoured.

Excerpt: The Hidden Life……Saphir

“an old saint describes his history—

“I ask’d the Lord that I might grow
in faith and love, and ev’ry grace;
Might more of His salvation know,
And seek more earnestly His face.

“‘Twas He who taught me thus to pray,
And He, I trust, has answer’d prayer;
But it has been in such a way,
As almost drove me to despair.

“I hoped that in some favour’d hour
At once He’d answer my request,
And by His Love’s constraining power
    Subdue my sins, and give me rest.

“Instead of this, He made me feel
The hidden evils of my heart;
And let the angry powers of hell
Assault my soul in every part.

“Yea, more; with His own hand he seem’d
Intent to aggravate my woe;
Cross’d all the fair designs I schem’d,
    Blasted my gourds, and laid me low.

“‘Lord, why is this?’  I trembling cried;
    ‘Wilt Thou pursue thy worm to death?’
”Tis in this way,’ the Lord replied,
    ‘I answer prayer for grace and faith.

“‘These inward trials I employ,
    From self and pride to set thee free;
And break thy schemes of earthly joy,
That thou mayst seek thy all in Me.'”

I NEEDED THE QUIET

I needed the quiet so He drew me aside,
Into the shadows where we could confide.
Away from the bustle where all the day long
I hurried and worried when active and strong.

I needed the quiet though at first I rebelled,
But gently, so gently, my cross He upheld,
And whispered so sweetly of spiritual things.
Though weakened in body, my spirit took wings
To heights never dreamed of when active and gay.
He loved me so greatly He drew me away.

I needed the quiet. No prison my bed,
But a beautiful valley of blessings instead–
A place to grow richer in Jesus to hide.
I needed the quiet so He drew me aside.

Alice Hansche Mortenson

IS YOUR ALL ON THE ALTAR

You have longed for sweet peace,
And for faith to increase,
And have earnestly, fervently prayed;
But you cannot have rest,
Or be perfectly blest,
Until all on the altar is laid.

Refrain:
Is your all on the altar of sacrifice laid?
Your heart does the Spirit control?
You can only be blest,
And have peace and sweet rest,
As you yield Him your body and soul.

Would you walk with the Lord,
In the light of His Word,
And have peace and contentment alway?
You must do His sweet will,
To be free from all ill,
On the altar your all you must lay.

Refrain

O we never can know
What the Lord will bestow
Of the blessings for which we have prayed,
Till our body and soul
He doth fully control,
And our all on the altar is laid.

Refrain

Who can tell all the love
He will send from above,
And how happy our hearts will be made,
Of the fellowship sweet
We shall share at His feet,
When our all on the altar is laid.

[Elisha A. Hoffman, copyright 1900)