Beckwith Poetry
Lois Beckwith
Table of Contents
Together With Them
“For the Lord Himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and the trump of God; and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up TOGETHER WITH THEM in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air; and so shall we ever be with the Lord.
“Wherefore comfort one another with these words." 1 Thess. 4:16-18. (Read 1 Thess. 4:13-18).
For loved ones who have gone before,
Who now in Jesus sleep;
As others, e'en, who have no hope,
O sorrow not, nor weep.
When Jesus comes to call His own
To meet Him in the air;
The dear ones who in Jesus sleep
Will God bring with Him there.
“Together with them" in the clouds
We'll meet our blessed Lord,
And dwell with Him forevermore,
According to His Word.
To be forever with the Lord,—
What comfort this doth bring!
“O grave where is thy victory?”
“O death where is thy sting?”
“Let not your heart be troubled, then,”
We hear the Savior say,
“I will prepare a place for you,
And come again some day.”
Together in the Father's house
In mansions bright and fair,
We'll dwell with Him forevermore
And all His glory share.
“Let not your heart be troubled." John 14:1.
“For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with Him." 1 Thess. 4:14.
“Thanks be unto God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ." 1 Cor. 15:57.
Lois Beckwith
Sweet Is the Voice
"Let Me hear thy voice, for sweet is thy voice." Sol. 2:14.
"Sing praises to God, sing praises." Psa. 47:6.
"I will praise the. Name of God with a song, and will magnify Him with thanksgiving." Psa. 69:30.
"By Him therefore, let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of our lips, giving thanks to His Name." Heb. 13:15.
"Whoso offereth praise, glorifieth Me." Psa. 50:23.
Sing praise to the Savior, sing praises,
For sweet is thy voice to His ear,
A response from the lips of His people,
He greatly rejoices to hear.
Sing praise to our blessed Redeemer,
Sing praise to the Lamb who was slain,—
For the work He accomplished at Calv'ry,
O praise Him again and again.
He is worthy of worship and honor,
He is worthy of homage and praise,
And His heart is rejoiced and made happy,
When songs of thanksgiving we raise.
Sing praise to the Savior, sing praises,
For sweet is thy voice to the Lord;
Every song that is pleasing to Jesus
In heaven will have its reward.
For marvelous goodness and mercy,
And love that's forever the same,
For His grace and such great loving kindness,
Sing praise to His glorious Name.
O worship, and praise, and adore Him,
In response to His marvelous love:
He is worthy of endless thanksgiving,—
The highly exalted above.
Where Are the Nine?
"And one of them, when he saw that he was healed, turned back, and with a loud voice, glorified God. And Jesus answering said, "Were there not ten cleansed? but where are the nine?" Luke 17:11-17; 22:19, 20.
When Christ, the Son of God, came down
Upon this earth to dwell,
He went about and did folks good,—
He healed and made them well.
As to Jerusalem He went,
It came to pass one day,
That in a certain town He met
Ten lepers on the way.
"O Jesus, Master, mercy have,"
With voices loud they cried;
And none who come to Jesus thus
Will ever be denied.
"It came to pass that they were cleansed,"
For Jesus heard their call
And had compassion on their plight,—
He spoke and healed them all.
We'd think all ten would shout His praise,
But Scripture says just one
Turned back to render thanks to God
For all that He had done.
And Jesus asked, "Where are the nine?"
It must have grieved his heart
That they should so ungrateful be
And carelessly depart.
"Where are the nine?" How sad the words!
What pathos in His voice!
They came not back to praise the Lord
And make His heart rejoice.
And yet our blessed Master,
In His loving gracious way,
Would not a word of censure
Nor of criticism say.
But later on, the Word records,
Our Lord was crucified—
For sinners just like you and me
Our blessed Savior died.
His Word infallible declares
We're lepers vile within —
A righteous, holy God requires
A sacrifice for sin.
But Jesus Christ, the Lamb of God,
For sinners had such love,
He said, "I will lay down My life
To bear them safe above."
It cost the Father all He had —
He gave His only Son —
And Jesus paid our penalty, —
The work has all been done.
And how much more He's done for us '
Than for those lepers ten!
He shed His blood and gave His life
That we might live again
Have we turned back to give Him thanks
And satisfy His heart,
Or must He class us with the nine
Who carelessly depart?
On that last night He spent on earth
He gave unto His own
Those precious emblems of His death,
In which such love was shown.
He took the loaf and broke it, —
The cup He gave them then
And said, "This do, remember Me"
Until I come again.
Do we comply with this request
And gather round that One,
Unto the Father giving thanks,
And praises to the Son?
O precious Savior, with Thyself
So fill each mind and heart
That we shall e'er remember Thee,
And ne'er from Thee depart..,
Till this same Jesus comes again
May we the "little while"
Just thankfully remember Him
And win the Father's smile.
And may we ever grateful be
For all His love divine
And not be classed with those of whom
He said, "Where are the nine?"
Lois Beckwith
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Thyself
"I bare you on eagle's wings, and brought you UNTO MYSELF." (Ex. 19:4.)
"This people have I formed FOR MYSELF." (Isa. 43:21.)
"I will come again, and receive you UNTO MYSELF." (John 14:3.)
Thyself, Thyself, Lord Jesus, 'tis Thee and only Thee,
My soul desires for comfort, Thy blessed company.
When all around is changing, and all the world grows old,
Unto Thyself, Lord Jesus, may my heart ne'er grow cold.
Thy love hast sought and found us, be this our daily song,
Thou'st suffered to redeem us, to Thee we now belong,
O keep us blessed Savior, from straying from Thy side,
For we were dearly purchased, for us Thou once hast died.
Unto Thyself, Lord Jesus, O may we ever cleave,
For Thee, and Thy blest presence, all else content to leave;
Though many changes meet us, in this, the present scene,
Thou only art unchanging, and 'tis on Thee I lean.
In Thee, there's peace and comfort, in Thee there's joy and rest,
True happiness abiding, when leaning on Thy breast.
Thy love will ever keep us, my happy heart doth sing,
When living in Thy presence, beneath Thy sheltering wing.
O may we ever follow, the path Thy feet hast trod.
And find in Thee our pleasure, exceeding joy in God;
The world and all its pleasures, can never satisfy,
There's peace alone in Jesus, known only to faith's eye.
To Thee, O blessed Savior, may my heart ever cling,
And sing Thy praises ever, my Savior, Lord, and King,
'Til with Thyself in glory, my ransomed soul shall be,
To worship and adore Thee, for all eternity.
Lois Beckwith
“All my springs are in Thee." (Psa. 87:7.)
"Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy." (Psa. 43:4.)
The Voice of My Beloved
"The voice of my Beloved!" (Sol. 2:8.)
"My Beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away." (Sol. 2:10.)
"What is thy beloved more than another beloved?" (Sol. 5:9.)
"My Beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. Yea, He is altogether lovely. This is my Beloved, and this is my Friend." (Sol. 5:10 & 16.)
"My Beloved is mine, and I am His: He feedeth among the lilies." (Sol. 2:16.)
"He calleth His own sheep by name, and leadeth them out.... The sheep follow Him for they know His voice.... They know not the voice of strangers." (John 10:3, 4 & 5.)
The voice of my Beloved spake,
"Rise up—and come away"—
His voice, with gentleness and love
Entreated me one day.
And "What is thy beloved?" you ask,
Who is He makes this call?
Why, He's the One who made the worlds,
His hand sustaineth all.
Creator of the universe,
The earth, the sky, the sea,
But He is my Redeemer too,
He tasted death for me.
For when He saw us far from God,
He left the throne above,
And came into this world of sin
To show the Father's love.
He bore our sins on Calv'ry's cross,
That we might dwell above;
Creation glory shows His power,
Redemption tells His love.
Oh! this is my Beloved, then,
The Man who died for me,
The altogether lovely One,
Chief of ten thousand, He.
He asks that we remember Him,
Oh! who would not respond?
With love to Him, who first loved us,
And with His own be found.
To sing His praises, bless His Name,
To worship and adore,
To thankfully remember Him,
And praise Him evermore.
Lois Beckwith
"Behold, I stand at the door and knock: if any man hear My voice, and open the door, I will come in unto him and will sup with him and he with Me." (Rev. 3:20.)
"If a man love Me, He will keep My words: and My Father will love him, and We will come unto him and make our abode with him." (John 14:23.)
"Truly, our fellowship is with the Father, and with His Son Jesus Christ." (1 John 1:3.)
Remembrance of Thee
"This do in remembrance of Me.—Luke 22:19.
"For as often as ye eat this bread, and drink this cup, ye do show the Lord's death till He come."—1 Cor. 1:1:26.
"The desire of our soul is to Thy Name, and to as REMEMBRANCE OF THEE."—Isaiah 26:8.
What mocking, scourging, taunting, blessed Savior,
Was Thine to bear on Calv'ry’s cross alone!
Thou knewest well the wrath that would befall Thee.
When Thou didst say to God, "Thy will be done:"
There is no other love like Thine, Lord Jesus,
None that we've ever read of, heard, or known —
No one but Thee, amidst such jeers and scorning,
To the revilers, could such love have shown.
Thou amidst have summoned angels at Thy bidding,.
Legions to smite the jeering enemy;
But no! Thy wondrous love for rebel sinners
Chose to lay down Thy life to set them free.
Thou could have turned back then in the garden.
And saved Thyself from going to the cross;
O! but Thy love, all other loves surpassing,
Chose to save others than Thyself, from loss.
There on the cross, alone, despised rejected.
Maker of heaven and earth, all powerful One;
Thou didst submit-to wrath and cruel hatred,
So that God’s will, redemption’s work was done.
On that same night, blest Lord, of Thy betrayal,
E'er Thou didst go back to Thy throne above,
Thy thought for us, didst institute the supper
Feast of remembrance of Thy matchless love.
The broken bread, which Thou didst set before us.
Type of Thy body, bruised, nailed to a tree;
Tells to our hearts afresh love's wondrous story.
"The Son of God laid down His life for me."
Then in the cup, we dearly see betokened
Blood of Christ which dowse& front all sin,
Reminds us oft of Thy complete atonement
Peace to our conscience gives, and joy within.
How could we e'er forget Thy love, Lord Jesus!
Keep our hearts stirred to e'er remember Thee,
When we recall Thine agony and passion,
Meekly endured for sinners such, as we.
O help us Lord Thy love, to, keep before us,
Keep out hearts occupied with Thee alone;
With warm desire to Thy great love responding,
Ever remembering Thee till Thou shalt come.
The Place
"Tell me, O Thou whom my soul loveth, where Thou feedest, where Thou makest Thy flock to rest at noon." (Sol. 1:7.)
"The scepter shall not depart from Judah, nor a lawgiver from between his feet, until SHILOH come, and UNTO HIM shall the gathering of the people be." (Gen. 49:10.)
"For where two or three are gathered together IN MY NAME, there am I in the midst of them." (Matt. 18:20.)
O Savior mine, who shed Thy blood for me,
Show me the place, where I may worship Thee: '
Midst turmoil and confusion all around,
The Place, where Thine own presence may be found.
We note in Israel's history, Blessed Lord,
There was a place according to Thy Word;
In Shiloh, Thou did'st choose to place Thy Name,
And Israel yearly up to Shiloh came.
Dost Thou maintain a place, Blest Lord, today,
'Midst ruin and declension and decay,
Where to Thy people Thou dost still draw near,
And meet with them, their feeble praise to hear?
To all who ask "Where wilt Thou?" of their Lord,
He'll guidance give, according to His Word:
To willing hearts He says 'Come unto Me,"
To Shiloh, place of sweet tranquility.
For Shiloh is our Lord, and in His Name,
If gathered, we will find Him still the same:
Such condescending grace in this, we see,
The Lord of Glory meets with "two or three."
O precious place of peacefulness and rest!
Those gathered thus with Christ, how richly blest!
Where He alone is worshipped and adored,
The worthy One,—our risen, blessed Lord.
Pre-eminent is He, God's only Son,
The altogether pure and lovely One;
Exalt Him then:—let hearts and voices raise,
Their songs to Him, in worship and in praise.
Lois Beckwith
Outside the Camp
"The Lord said unto Moses —— Therefore now go, lead the people unto the place of which I have spoken unto thee." (Ex. 32:33, 34.)
"And Moses took the tabernacle, and pitched it WITHOUT THE CAMP, AFAR OFF THE CAMP, and called it the Tabernacle of the congregation. And it came to pass, that EVERY ONE WHICH SOUGHT THE LORD went out unto the Tabernacle of the congregation, which was WITHOUT THE CAMP." (Ex. 33:7.)
"LET US GO FORTH THEREFORE UNTO HIM, WITHOUT THE CAMP, bearing His reproach." (Heb. 13:13.)
Outside the camp with Jesus,
Oh, blessed, precious place,
Where He has called us to Himself
Through wondrous, matchless grace.
Apart from all that would distract,
Would hinder or would dim,
The fullness of communion sweet,
And fellowship with Him.
Outside the camp with Jesus,
`Tis He who makes the call,
To His beloved far and wide
To own Him Lord of all.
Outside the camp, where nothing else
But Jesus fills the heart,
Where He, the center of our thought,
Doth peace and joy impart.
Outside the camp with Jesus,
Just gathered to His Name,
Where He Himself is in the midst
Forevermore the same.
The Holy Spirit leads the way
When giv'n His rightful place,
To take the precious things of Christ,
Revealing matchless grace.
Outside the camp with Jesus,
`Tis Jesus fills our gaze
When He's the object of our thought,
Our theme of endless praise.
`Tis such a peaceful, precious place,
A blessed portion this,
A foretaste of the joys to come,
In Heav'n's eternal bliss.
I take my place, Lord Jesus,
Outside the camp with Thee,
Apart from all that interferes,
From worldly service free.
Just gathered round the Lord Himself,
Remembering Thy love,
Enjoying there Thy presence
Till we meet Thee Lord, above.
Lois Beckwith
"For where two or three are gathered together IN MY NAME, there am I in the midst of them." (Matt. 18:20.)
The Father Seeketh Worshippers
"Exalt ye the Lord our God, and worship at His footstool." Psa. 99:5.
"But the hour cometh, and now is, when the true worshippers shall worship the Father in spirit and in truth: for the Father seeketh such to worship Him."
"God is a Spirit; and they that worship Him, must worship Him in spirit and in truth." John 4:23 & 24.
"We worship God in the spirit, and rejoice in Christ Jesus, and have no confidence in the flesh." Phil. 3:3.
The Father seeketh worshippers,
His praises to impart,
And to and fro throughout the earth,
He searches every heart.
It is our hearts, the Savior wants,
Affections, and our praise;
The fruit and worship of our lips,
By singing e'er His ways.
His heart of love, would have His own,
Responding to His love,
By gathering around Himself,
And praising Him above.
"Sweet is thy voice," the Savior says
To His beloved bride,
Who thus responds to worship Him,
And owns the Lamb Who died.
What peace and satisfaction comes
From worshipping the Lord!
From praising and remembering Him,
According to His Word.
From knowing all our sins forgiven,
Our conscience now is free,
For Jesus paid the debt we owed,
On Calv'ry's cruel tree.
Oh! He is worthy of thy love,
He's worthy of thy praise;
And every knee shall bow to Him,
In coming future days.
But precious 'tis, to own Him now,
The Lamb for us once slain,
Responding to His heart of love,
And worship in His Name.
Oh! thank Him then, remember Him,
And worship at His feet,
Give Him the homage that's His due,
The praises that are meet.
May the thanksgivings of our heart,
Our praises e'er ascend,
To God the Father, through the blood
Of Christ, the sinner's Friend.
Lois Beckwith
"My son, give Me thine heart." Prov. 23:26. "Worship God." Rev. 22:9.
"The Lord looketh on the heart." 1 Sam. 16:7.
"For the eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth, to show Himself strong in the behalf of them whose heart IS perfect toward Him." 2 Chron. 16:9.
"We will remember Thy love. Sol. 1:4.
Praise
"Oh that men would praise the Lord for His goodness, and for His wonderful works to the children of men!" (Psa. 107:8, 15, 21 & 31.)
"I will praise Thee, O Lord my God, with all my heart: and I will glorify Thy Name forevermore." (Psa. 86:12.)
"I will praise the Name of God with a song, and will magnify Him with thanksgiving. This also shall please the Lord better than an ox or bullock that hath horns and hoofs." (Psa. 69:30 & 31.)
"Whoso offereth praise glorifieth Me." (Psa. 50:23.)
"By Him, therefore, let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of our lips giving thanks to His Name." (Heb. 13:15.)
Praises to the Savior give,
He who died that we might live,
For His love, so great, so free,
Praise His Name eternally.
When our hearts were steeped in sin,
Vile and wretched were within,
Jesus left the throne above,
Came to show the Father's love.
Oh how wondrous was His grace!
He who took the sinner's place,
Jesus offered "Lo, I come,"
All to bear the sinner home.
Jesus died on Calv'ry's tree,
There to set the sinner free,
All who on His Name believe,
Everlasting life receive.
What a debt to Him we owe!
Gladly may our praises flow,
Let our cheerful voices raise,
Loud thanksgivings, songs of praise.
Praise the Father and the Son,
That redemption's work is done,
Magnify that precious Name,
Christ, the Lamb of God, who came.
Worthy is the Lamb once slain,
Praise and magnify His Name,
Laud and honor may we bring,
To our Savior, Priest and King.
Glory unto Jesus be,
He who died to set us free,
Let us worship and adore,
Praise His Name forevermore.
Lois Beckwith
"Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power, and riches, and wisdom, and strength, and honor, and glory, and blessing." (Rev. 5:12.)
"From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same the Lord's Name is to be praised." (Psa. 113:3.)
"It is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord, and to sing praises unto Thy Name, O most High: "To show forth Thy lovingkindness in the morning, and Thy faithfulness every night." (Psa. 92:1 &2.)
Near to Himself
"Come near to Me." (Gen. 45:4.)
"Let us draw near." (Heb. 10:22.)
"But now in Christ Jesus, ye who sometimes were far off, are MADE NIGH, by the blood of Christ." (Eph. 2:13.)
"Come near to Me," what words of sweetness these,
Jesus invites, His loving heart to please;
"Come unto Me," — come boldly, without fear—
'Tis His delight to have His people near.
We who were once afar off, straying, lost,
Jesus redeemed from sin at such a cost!
With His own blood, He dearly bought His bride,—
To bring her near, — to have her at His side.
Love was the source of that eternal plan,
That brought Him down in blessing unto man;
'Twas matchless love, and rich, exhaustless grace,
Led Him to come and take the sinner's place.
Clothed in His robe of righteousness, we own,
In the Beloved, complete, through grace alone;
Our standing now before the throne on High,
Washed in His blood, redeemed, we are made nigh.
"Let us draw near," is now by grace our right,
Near to that One in whom our souls delight;
Singing the praises of the Lamb who died,—
Near to His loving heart would we abide.
Near to Himself, what comfort, solace, rest!
Fellowship sweet in leaning on His breast;
Near to Himself, there's endless peace and joy,
Peace that the world can nevermore destroy.
Near to Himself, our precious portion now,
Our hearts to Him in praise and worship bow:
Through endless ages near His loving heart,
Sharing His glory soon will be our part.
Lois Beckwith
"Blessed is the man whom Thou choosest, and causest to approach unto Thee, that he may dwell in Thy courts: we shall be satisfied with the goodness of Thy house, even of Thy holy temple." (Psa. 65:4.)
"A people near unto Him." (Psa. 148:14.)
Happy New Year
"His compassions fail not. They are new
every morning: great is Thy faithfulness. The
Lord is my portion, saith my soul; therefore
will I hope in Him" (Lam. 3:22-24).
Throughout the New Year, and each step of the way,
May Christ be your portion, your joy and your stay.
With God's precious precepts your daily delight
To lead and encourage in paths that are right.
"The Lord is my Shepherd," how precious the word!
He'll lead in green pastures, His promise is heard.
"Beside the still waters"—what comfort and rest!
What peace there is found upon Jesus' breast.
His "goodness and mercy," each day may you prove,
His comforting presence, His infinite love!
With richest compassions, each morning anew,
May multiplied mercies be showered on you!
"My cup runneth over," His grace so abounds,
That fullest enjoyment in Jesus is found.
"The Lord is my portion," this may your soul say,
And you will be happy each step of the way.
-Lois Beckwith
"The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance, and of my cup" (Psa. 16:5).
"The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters" (Psa. 23:1-2).
"My cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life" (Psa. 23: 5, 6).