DEDICATED TO MY DAD,
A PASTOR WHO SERVES THE LORD



None of these things move me;
nor do I count my life dear to myself,
so that I may finish my race with joy.
--Acts 20:24



Only this hour is mine, Lord--
May it be used for Thee;
May every passing moment
Count for eternity.
--Christiansen



Just As I Am

Just as I am, without one plea,
but that thy blood was shed for me,
and that thou bidst me come to thee,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, and waiting not
to rid my soul of one dark blot,
to thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, though tossed about
with many a conflict, many a doubt,
fightings and fears within, without,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;
sight, riches, healing of the mind,
yea, all I need in thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, thou wilt receive,
wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
because thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Just as I am, thy love unknown
hath broken every barrier down;
now, to be thine, yea thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Text by Charlotte Elliott



THE MAN IN THE GLORY

I wake in the morning with thoughts of His love
Who is living for me in the glory above,
In glad hope awaiting til He calls me away,
And that keeps me bright as I go day by day;
But the moments speed forward, and on comes the noon,
Yet still I am singing, "He'll come very soon:
And thus I am watching from morning to night,
More than they who desire to see the daylight.
(Psalm 130:6)

There's a Man in the glory I know very well,
I have known Him for years, and His goodness can tell;
One day in His mercy, He knocvked at my door,
And, seeking admission, knocked many time o'er;
But when I went to Him, and stood face to face,
And listened awhile to His story of grace, --
How He suffered for sinners, and put away sin, --
I heartily, thankfully, welcomed Him in.

We have lived on together for a number of years,
And that's why I have neither doubtings nor fear.
For my sins are all hid in the depths of the sea;
They were cast away there by the Man on the tree.
I am often surprised why the lip should be cured;
When I speak of my Lord to the man of the world,
And notice with sorrow his look of disdain
When I tell him that Jesus is coming again.

He seems so content with his houses and gold,
While despising the Ark, like the people of old;
And yet at His coming I'm sure he would flee,
Like the man in the garden, who ate of the tree.
I cannot but think it is foolish of souls
To put all their money in "bags that have holes,"
To find, in the day that is coming apace,
How lightly they valued the "riches of grace."

As fond as I am of His work in the field,
I would let got my plow, I would lay down the shield
The weapons of service I would put on the shelf,
And the sword in its scabbard, to be with Himself;
But I'll work on with pleasuree, while keeping my eyes
On the end of the field, where standeth the prize.
I would work for His glory, that when we shall meet,
I may have a large sheaf to lay down at His feet,
That He too with pleasure His fruit may review.
Is that Man in the glory a stranger to you?

A stranger to Jesus? What! Do you not know
He is washing poor sinners much whiter than snow?
Have you lived in a land where the Bible's unknown
That you don't know the Man who is now on the throne?
Ah, did you know of His beauty and power,
You would not be a stranger another half-hour.

I have known Him so long that I am able to say,
The very worst sinner He'll not turn away.
The question of sin, I adoringly see,
The Man in the glory has settled for me!
And as to my footsteps, whatever the scene,
The Man in the glory is keeping me clean;
And therefore I'm singing, from morning to night,
The Man in the glory is all my delight.

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It is Well With My Soul

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
when sorrows like sea billows roll;
whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

It is well,
it is well
With my soul,
with my soul
It is well,
it is well with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet,
though trials should come,
let this blest assurance control,
that Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
and hath shed his own blood for my soul.

It is well,
it is well
With my soul,
with my soul
It is well,
it is well with my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
is nailed to the cross,
and I bear it no more,
praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

It is well,
it is well
With my soul,
with my soul
It is well,
it is well with my soul.

And, Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
the clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
the trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
even so, it is well with my soul.

It is well,
it is well
With my soul,
with my soul
It is well,
it is well with my soul.

Text by Horatio G. Spafford



Do we spend ourslves on what will last
Or what will fade away?
Let's not strive to win the world's goal,
But Christ's "well done" one day.



For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ:
for it is the power of God to every one that believeth...
Romans 1:16



What others do or think can make
Us hesitate to take a stand
Until we realize God holds
The now and future in His Hand.
-- Sper












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These are some of my dad's favorite verses, poems, and songs.
The Man in the Glory poem was one that he treasures and keeps in his Bible.