D. J. FRISBIE by D. J. Frisbie

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 6, 1857

D. J. FRISBIE

By D. J. Frisbie

From Sister Frisbie.

DEAR BRETHREN AND SISTERS: Are we living in the judgment hour, and must our cases soon peradventure be brought before the Father in review, and must we be judged according to our works, whether they be good or whether they be evil? And for every idle word that men shall speak, must they give account thereof in the day of judgment? Solemn thought! and yet how little heeded, how little realized by many of us! Seeing we are looking for these things what manner of persons ought we to be in all holy conversation and godliness. O that our eyes might be anointed with eye-salve, that we might see our true condition and confess all our sins while Jesus is now pleading for us!

Ofttimes while searching my heart and seeing the depravity of my nature, I have been brought to realize somewhat the feelings of the Apostle when he cried out, O wretched man that I am, who shall deliver me from the body of this death! Truly, were we left dependent on the arm of flesh for salvation, we might well despair; but thanks be to God which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. Through his name we may come boldly to a throne of grace and find help in every time of need. Then let us watch and pray, let us take heed to our words for by our words we are to be justified and by our words we are to be condemned. Speak not evil one of another, brethren; for he that speaketh evil of his brother judgeth the law. If any man offend not in word the same is a perfect man. Then let us put away all evil speaking, and may our fruits be the peaceable fruits of righteousness.

Ah, solemn thought, and is it true, Is now the judgment in review, Upon each saint that sleeps? Not one of them hath he forgot— To Daniel, standing in his lot, The Lord his promise keeps.

Yes, soon our cases he'll decide; Who then among us can abide His scrutinizing eye? Our thoughts, our words, our actions here Must all before him soon appear, Naught then will he pass by.

Then may we, Lord thy favor gain, Our sins blot out, our names retain, May grace to us abound. And when the storm of wrath is come, When all thy saints are gathered home, May we with them be found.

D. J. FRISBIE

Battle Creek, Mich.