Studies in the Scriptures: The Time is at Hand POETRY SELECTIONS

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Blessed is he

“Who bears unmoved the world’s dark frown,

Nor heeds its scornful smile;

Whom seas of trouble cannot drown,

Nor Satan’s arts beguile.”

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“Lift up your heads, desponding pilgrims;

Give to the winds your needless fears;

He who has died on Calvary’s mountain

Soon is to reign a thousand years.

“A thousand years! earth’s coming glory—

‘Tis the glad day so long foretold:

‘Tis the bright morn of Zion’s glory,

Prophets foresaw in times of old.

“Tell the whole world these blessed tidings;

Speak of the time of rest that nears;

Tell the oppressed of every nation,

Jubilee lasts a thousand years.

“What if the clouds do for a moment

Hide the blue sky where morn appears?

Soon the glad sun of promise given

Rises to shine a thousand years.”

—Bonar

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“We are living, we are dwelling,

In a grand and awful time.

In an age on ages telling,

To be living is sublime.

Hark! the rumbling in the nations,

Iron crumbling with the clay:

Hark! what soundeth? ‘Tis creation

Groaning for a better day.

“Scoffers scorning, Heaven beholding,

Thou hast but an hour to fight.

See prophetic truth unfolding!

Watch! and keep thy garments white.

Oh, let all the soul within you

For the truth’s sake go abroad!

Strike! let every nerve and sinew

Tell on ages—tell for God!”

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“Mine eyes can see the glory of the coming of the Lord;

He is trampling out the winepress where His grapes of wrath are stored;

I see the flaming tempest of His swift-descending sword.

Our King is marching on.”

“I can see His coming judgments, as they circle all the earth,

The signs and groanings promised, to precede a second birth;

I read His righteous sentence in the crumbling thrones of earth.

Our King is marching on.

“The `Gentile Times’ are closing; for their kings have had their day;

And with them sin and sorrow will forever pass away;

For the tribe of Judah’s `Lion’ now comes to hold the sway.

Our King is marching on.

“The seventh trump is sounding, and our King knows no defeat:

He will sift out the hearts of men before His Judgment Seat.

Oh, be swift, my soul, to welcome Him, be jubilant, my feet.

Our King is marching on.”

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THE SEVENTH TRUMPET

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“Blow ye the Trumpet, blow

The gladly solemn sound;

Let all the nations know,

To earth’s remotest bound,

The Jubilee of Earth is come,

Returning ransomed sinners home.

“Jesus, our great High Priest,

Hath full atonement made.

Ye weary spirits, rest;

Ye mournful souls, be glad.

The Jubilee of Earth is come,

Returning ransomed sinners home.

“Ye who were sold for naught,

Whose heritage was lost,

May have all back unbought,

A gift at Jesus’ cost.

The Jubilee of Earth is come,

Returning ransomed sinners home.

“The Seventh Trumpet hear,

The news of heavenly grace;

Salvation now is near;

Seek ye the Savior’s face.

The Jubilee of Earth is come,

Returning ransomed sinners home.”

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“How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,

Is laid for your faith in his excellent Word.”

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“Let the ‘little while’ between

In its golden light be seen.”

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FAITHFUL UNTIL DEATH

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“Am I a soldier of the cross,

A follower of the Lamb?

And shall I fear to own His cause,

Or blush to speak his name?

“Must I be borne to Paradise

On flowery beds of ease,

While others fought to win the prize,

And sailed through bloody seas?

“Are there no foes for me to face?

Must I not stem the flood?

Is this vain world a friend to grace,

To help me on to God?

“Sure I must fight if I would reign.

Increase my courage, Lord.

I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,

Supported by thy Word.

“Thy saints in all this glorious war

Shall conquer, though they die.

They see the triumph from afar,

By faith they bring it nigh.

“When thine illustrious day shall rise,

And all thy saints shall shine,

And shouts of vict’ry rend the skies,

The glory, Lord, be thine.”

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MILLENNIAL DAWN

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“All things are onward moving! Let the blessed time begin!

The Old is swiftly passing, and the New is coming in!

The golden bells are ringing, and the pageant sweeps along

Like an army that is speeding to the measure of a song.

“Dark theories now are waning: they are weak to build upon;

The light is on the hill-tops, and Truth is marching on:

Many landmarks are but shadows, which now fade and flee away

Before the mighty forces that are coming in today.

“O brother, why this waiting? And sister, why so mute?

Up with the early sunshine! Watch for the golden fruit!

O poet, why this sorrow? O minstrel, why this hush?

And painter, why so long delay the heavenly tint and blush?

“Up with the larks of morning! Up with the rising sun!

Waiting not for noon-day, nor halting when begun!

For everything is moving; let the blessed time begin!

The Old is swiftly passing, and the New is coming in!

“The heavenly light is spreading, spreading at the King’s command!

It is spreading in its glory, speeding onward through the land.

Human creeds are downward tending; let them droop and fade away.

Following in the dawning sunlight, we can see a better way.

“Oh, let us all be ready for the work we have to do,

Toiling late and early, for the laborers are few!

Reaping, as instructed, in the morning light;

Reaping in the harvest field, toiling for the RIGHT!

“All things are onward moving! Let earth’s Jubilee begin!

The Old is swiftly passing, and the New is coming in!

It is coming! Oh ‘tis coming! My raptured eyes behold!

The light is on the hill-tops, the Shepherd with his Fold."