BELOVED BROTHER IN OUR PRECIOUS LORD JESUS CHRIST:
May this find you well. I am getting along about as usual – up and down, now revived and then discouraged; and this no doubt has been, is, and will be the experience of the saints of God while here in the body of conflict they stay.
“It is the oft told tale of sin and weariness,
Of grace and love yet flowing down to pardon and to bless.
No wider is the gate, no broader is the way,
No smother is the ancient path that leads to life and day.
No sweeter is the cup, no less our lot of ill;
‘Twas tribulation ages since, ‘tis tribulation still.
No slacker grows the fight, no feebler is the foe;
No less our need of armor tried, of shield and spear, and bow.
Thus onward still we press, thru evil and thru good,
Thru pain and poverty and want, thru peril and thru blood,
Still faithful to our God, and to our Captain true;
We follow where He leads the way, the kingdom in our view.”
I think I have known something of what it is to “looking”; for what? “That blessed hope, and glorious appearing of the great God and our Savior Jesus Christ” (Titus 2:3). 1 hope I have had faith’s view of Him. Oh how lovely is Emmanuel! Fairer is He than all the fair, the chiefest among ten thousand and altogether lovely. Now we thru a glass darkly; Oh what must it be when I without a veil shall see my dearest Lord who died for me! Shall I know Him? Yes, (1 Cor. 13:12) and admire Him too (2 Thess. 1:10). “That blessed hope” for which I look and wait shall be the end of all my cares, all sorrows, all tribulation, shall deliver me from all my cruel foes without and within, shall destroy the last enemy, and crown me, a poor vile sinner, with a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory in our Savior Jesus Christ. While in this tabernacle we groan, being burdened with sins, with conflicts and cares, what tongue can express, what language tell the blessedness of “that blessed hope”? It has often been the anchor of my tempest-tossed and afflicted soul, when every creature help has failed, and all my fleshly hopes and stays have been wrecked, “that blessed hope” which entereth into the veil, has held my poor soul sure and steadfast.
“Jesus, the vision of Thy face
Hath over-powering charms!
Scarce shall I feel death’s cold embrace
If Christ be in my arms.”
Yes, and to eternity we shall ever be looking upon our most precious altogether lovely Jesus. He will be the everlasting admiration of all His redeemed, and the theme of their never-ending praise. Shall I among them be? For Jesus’ sake, Amen!
FREDERICK W. KEENE,
Raleigh , NC
SOVEREIGN GRACE AND PILGRIM,
pages 109 thru 110