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| When This Passing Life is Done ~ M'Cheyne | | When this passing world is done, When has sunk yon glaring sun, When we stand with Christ in glory, Looking oer lifes finished story, Then, Lord, shall I fully know Not till thenhow much I owe.
When I hear the wicked call, On the rocks and hills to fall, When I see them start and shrink On the fiery deluge brink, Then, Lord, shall I fully know Not till thenhow much I owe.
When I stand before the throne, Dressed in beauty not my own, When I see Thee as Thou art, Love Thee with unsinning heart, Then Lord, shall I fully know Not till thenhow much I owe.
When the praise of Heavn I hear, Loud as thunders to the ear, Loud as many waters noise, Sweet as harps melodious voice, Then, Lord, shall I fully know Not till thenhow much I owe.
Even on earth, as through a glass Darkly, let Thy glory pass, Make forgiveness feel so sweet, Make Thy Spirits help so meet, Even on earth, Lord, make me know Something of how much I owe.
Chosen not for good in me, Wakened up from wrath to flee, Hidden in the Saviors side, By the Spirit sanctified, Teach me, Lord, on earth to show, By my love, how much I owe.
Oft I walk beneath the cloud, Dark, as midnights gloomy shroud; But, when fear is at the height, Jesus comes, and all is light; Blessed Jesus! bid me show Doubting saints how much I owe.
When in flowery paths I tread, Oft by sin Im captive led; Oft I fallbut still arise The Spirit comesthe tempter flies; Blessed Spirit! bid me show Weary sinners all I owe.
Oft the nights of sorrow reign Weeping, sickness, sighing, pain; But a night Thine anger burns Morning comes and joy returns; God of comforts! bid me show To Thy poor, how much I owe.
~Robert Murray M'Cheyne
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| 2008/6/6 19:15 | | HeartSong Member
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| Re: When This Passing Life is Done ~ M'Cheyne | | Quote:
When I see Thee as Thou art, Love Thee with unsinning heart, Then Lord, shall I fully know Not till thenhow much I owe.
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| 2008/6/7 1:41 | Profile | JRuth Member
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| Re: When This Passing Life is Done ~ M'Cheyne | | This is a very nice poem, thanks for posting it!!! _________________ Jessara
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| 2008/6/7 10:51 | Profile |
| Re: | | Thank you for posting this. God certainly gave this man a gift to glorify Him through poetry. Here is another one by McCheyne.
When Israel knew not where to go, God made the fiery pillar glow; By night, by day, above the camp It led the way - their guiding lamp; Such is Thy Holy Word to me In day of dark perplexity. When devious paths before me spread, And all invite my foot to tread I hear Thy voice behind me say - "Believing soul, this is the way, Walk thou in it." O gentle Dove, How much Thy holy law I love! My lamp and light In the dark night.
When Paul amid the seas seemed lost By Adrian billows wildly tossed, When neither sun nor star appeared, And every wave its white head reared Above the ship, beside his bed An angel stood, and "Fear not" said. When tossed upon afflictions's sea; When floods come in unto my soul, And the deep waters o'er me roll, With angel voice Thy Word draws near And says, "Tis I, why shouldst thou fear? Through trouble great My saints must go Into their rest, where neither woe Nor sin can come; where every tear From off the cheek shall disappear, Wiped by God's hand." O gentle Dove, How much Thy holy law I love! My lamp and light In the dark night.
When holy Stephen dauntless stood Before the Jews, who sought his blood, With angel face he looked on high, And wondering, through the parted sky, Saw Jesus risen from His throne To claim the martyr as His own. Angelic peace that sight bestowed, With holy joy his bosom glowed. And while the murderous stones they hurled His heaven wrapt soul sought yonder world Of rest. "My spirit, Saviour, keep," He cried, he kneeled he fell asleep. Such be Thy holy Word to me In hour of life's extremity! Although no more the murdering hand - Is raised within our peaceful land - The Church has rest, and I may ne'er Be called the martyr's crown to wear: Yet still, in whatsoever form Death comes to me, in midnight storm Whelming my bark, or in my nest, Gently dismissing me to rest, O grant me in Thy Word to see A risen Saviour beckoning me. No evil then my heart shall fear In the dark valley. Thou art near! My trembling soul and Thou, my God, Alone are there; Thy staff and rod Shall comfort me. O gentle Dove, How much Thy holy law I love! My lamp and light In the dark night.
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