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THE KING’S BUSINESS
When Christ was preached and taught, As the only way that sinners To the Father might be brought; I trembled, lest the teaching ■ Of other ways should prove The very means of keeping My grandchild from His love. For “character” and “uplift” They spoke of there tonight, Have never brought salvation, Or cleansed us in His sight. His Blood alone, my dearie, Is What the Missions need; We want no education That holds a Christless creed. And when we come together Upon the Lord to call, We want to have our Saviour Exalted above all. Not education, dearie, And all that that may be, But Christ, our Blessed Saviour, Is the need of you and me. And though we’ve been to meeting, And two ministers were there, I want my Bible, dearie, And a little while in prayer. —Watchword and Truth. Never attempt to escape suffering at the expense of truth.—Spurgeon.
rience, for the heart: that makes an imperfect man.. Some preath all works, for the hands: that makes an imperfect man. Preach doctrine, experience, and works, and you get a perfect man.
G ra n dm a ’s L am ent
Oliver Muir Fuller Yes, take my bonnet, dearie, My gloves and glasses, too; I’m sad tonight and weary, ' Yet I must talk to you. We’ve been to meeting, dearie, For comfort, praise and prayer, But something told me plainly That the Saviour was not there. “Home Missions,” was it, dearie? I thought I heard it right; But I would not have guessed it From what was said, tonight. Not once they spoke of Jesus, His power to save from sin; No word of Gospel message To bring the wanderer in. They spoke of “Education,” And read a story, too; Oh, dearie, I was heartsick, For when I thought of you And then of Grandma’s girlhood
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