(Matt. 18:20; John 20:19; Rev. 5:6.)
THOU art here, Lord Jesus, in our very
midst,
We are gathered, Saviour-gathered as
Thou bid’st;
Gathered to remember Thee in all Thy
woe,
When for us, in mercy, Thou didst stoop
so low.
In Thy love to sinners Thou didst leave Thy throne,
And, from heaven’s bright glory, down to earth
didst come;
Bore our sins and sorrows, suffered on the tree,
Made a full atonement, set Thy people free.
Thou hast sought and found us, on the downward
road;
And in grace exceeding, brought us back to God:
Now we are His children, share the Father’s love,
And in Thee, blest Saviour, all His favor prove.
Jesus, we adore Thee, magnify Thy name,
Worthy Thou of homage, everlasting fame:
Thee, O Lord, we worship, firstborn from the dead,
Glorious, mighty Victor, our exalted Head.
Soon, Lord, we shall gather round Thy throne
above,
Worship and adore Thee, for Thy wondrous love;
Then we shall behold Thee, hear Thy heavenly
voice,
Cast our crowns before Thee, evermore rejoice.
M. S. S.
WITH the coming of the Lord, the silvery notes of the gospel trumpet will forever cease. All will be changed. Grace and mercy will abdicate the throne of God, and justice and retributive judgment take their place, and wield the sword of inflexible righteousness. That will be an awful day for unsaved sinners.
W. T. P. W.