THE R ISEN ONE C RUEL was the cross where they nailed Him, Now all His anguish is o'er. Lonely was the tomb where they laid Him, But He's alive forevermore. Vainly had they posted their warders, Dawn found the stone rolled away And an angel watcher proclaiming, "Come, see the place wherein He lay." Harder than the rocks of His prison, Once was this cold heart of mine, But the risen Jesus has touched me, And raised me by His power Divine. Now with Him I dwell in the heavenlies, As one alive from the dead, Drawing all my life every moment From Him, my glorious living Head. Daily let us watch for His coming, Soon shall the days roll away, O that He may find us all watching And hasting on that glorious day. ----- A. B. Simpson
A Passing Glory “ And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof; but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever” (1 John 2:17). The world is only temporary. Where are the heroes of yesterday? Where is the wealth and the honor and the glory which gladdened men’s hearts in the years gone by? Those honored by the world now lie in dust, and their glories lie with them. The things which endure are those that relate to God and His will. Those who do the will of God must often go against the world’s approval. They must choose a course that appar ently leads to futility and obliviousness. The pleasure - seeking, honor - seeking world looks upon them as fools. But in the end, when the glory of the world is past and true and eternal values ap pear, those who do the will of God will find the resplendent glory of God’s ap proval. — Gospel Herald How Long Have You Known? “ How long is it,” asked an old Mo hammedan woman in Bengal, “ since Jesus died for sinful people? Look at me. I am old. I have prayed, given alms, gone to the holy shrines, become as dust from fasting, and all this is useless. Where have you been all this time?” The cry was echoed from the icy shores of the farthest northwest terri tory. “ You have been many, moons in this land,” said an old Eskimo to the Bishop of Selkirk. “ Did you know this good news then? Since you were a boy? And your father knew? Then why did you not come sooner?” It was heard on the snowy heights of the Andes. “How is it,” asked a Peru vian, “ that during all the years of my life I have never before heard that Jesus Christ spoke these precious words?” It was repeated in the white streets of Casablanca, North Africa. “ Why,” cried a Moor to a Bible seller, “have you not run everywhere with this Book? Why do so many of my people not know of the Jesus whom it proclaims? Why have you hoarded it to yourselves? Shame on you!” It is the cry from the four winds. How shall we answer it? —Brethren Missionary Herald More men fail through lack of purpose than through lack of talent. —Billy Sunday T H E K I N G ' S B U S I N E S S l know the Bible is inspired because it inspires me. — D .L . Moody
Resurrection Life In a Scottish valley beside a little brook where there was no kindly soil, a Highlander once planted a tree. Of course it wilted and drooped. But sud denly, to the surprise of everyone, it took a new start in life and bore rich fruit. What was the source of its new life? An examination revealed the secret. With marvelous vegetable instinct it had sent out a shoot which ran along and over a narrow sheep bridge, and rooted itself in the rich loam on the other side of the brook. From this rich loam it drew its new life. Even so the resurrection of Jesus Christ bridges the river of death that flows between earth and Heaven, and the souls of men who know this send out the shoot of faith, which, running oyer the bridge, roots itself in the eternal realties beyond and draws spiritual life from the very fullness of God. — David, Gregg God gets His greatest victories out of apparent defeats. — Christian Life A Key to Happiness “ Moreover by them is thy servant warned; and in keeping of them there is great reward” (Psa. 19:11). I have been a lover of Holy Scripture; and I love it more now than I ever did. It has been my habit to read the Scrip tures through four times a year; and it is important to read it in a prayerful spirit, to meditate upon what we read, and to apply it to our own hearts. Do I understand this? Do I obey this? What has this Word for me? Then we must practice what we find in the Scripture; and the result will be a happy man, a happy woman. — George Mueller It is the look that saves; it is the gaze that sanctifies. Changing Pastures On old picture represents a boat laden with cattle being ferried across an angry swollen river in a time of storm. Judg ing from the threatening clouds, and the play of the treacherous lightning, one would conclude that the poor dumb cattle were marked for destruction. But the title of the painting is simply: Changing Pastures. Many times we imagine that God’s plans mean disaster and affliction, but He is simply “chang ing pastures” for our good, and the welfare of our brethren. —Moody Church News A merry heart doeth good like a medi cine. -rBible
Christ is risen, we are risen! Shed upon us heavenly grace, Rain and dew and gleams of glory From the brightness of Thy face; That, with hearts in heaven dwelling, We on earth may fruitful be, And by angel-hands be gathered, And be ever, Lord, with Thee.
— C. Wordsworth.
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