I was standing all alone at the street corner, ankle deep in snow, hardly knowing where to go, or how to spend the evening. Just then, about a dozen young men appeared at the opposite corner, formed themselves into a circle, and began to sing. I was always fond of singing, so I walked across to listen. They were singing the hymn, “O, I have got good news for you,” and they sang it that night splendidly. The last line of the chorus, “With happy saints above,” went to my heart. I was not “happy”; I knew that I was not a “saint.”
I followed the little company to the schoolroom, and there I was told the way of life, and sang with them for the first time “My Great Redeemer’s Song.”
Reader, have you? Can you call the Lord Jesus your Redeemer?
O, I have got good news for you,
A story wonderful and true;
‘Twill make you happy, that I know,
It made me glad, and now I go
To sing my great Redeemer’s song,
With the happy saints above.
I once was far away from God,
On ruin’s dark and fatal road,
And little dream’d I’d see the day
When I should tread the narrow way.
O’er this wild waste I loved to roam,
My back to God and heaven and home,
When Jesus met me, far astray,
And beckoned me to come away.
He said on Calv’ry’s cross He died
A sacrifice for sin was made
And all because He loved me so;
Then how could I do else than go.
Now, every one that’s standing by,
O, ‘twas for you the Christ did die:
This moment, too, He waits for thee;
Then just believe, and you’ll be free.
Whene’er the record you believe,
You life eternal shall receive;
And soon, from pain and sorrow free,
You’ll join that glorious company.
To sing the great Redeemer’s song,
With the happy saints above.
TRUST IN HIM AT ALL TIM ES
Psalms 62:8.
O trust my Saviour, my precious Saviour!
He died for you as well as me;
He’ll keep you ever, forsake you never,
He’ll make you glad eternally.
ML 03/31/1968