Hope in the Coming Saviour
By A. J. Dyer
Bro. SMITH: I take my pen, striving to glorify my heavenly Father; but how shall I, a frail creature of the dust, praise the Lord who made the heavens, and worketh all things according to the counsel of his own will? I thank the Lord for sending me this glorious message. O, the blessed hope of a soon coming Saviour! I know that I am weak and sinful, and realize that without his aid I should come up to the day of the Lord all unprepared to meet my Judge. But I am striving to claim his precious promise, My grace is sufficient for thee, and all unworthy though I be, I believe his grace is sufficient to cleanse me from all my sins. Praise the Lord! the blood of Jesus can wash all the deep stains of sin from the soul, and make us meet to join the song that bright, holy angels sing in that blissful realm of glory. O, how bright and pure must be the joy of heaven! O, may we be found worthy to enter into that rest. Here are afflictions, troubles and trials. Sin and decay are abroad in the earth. Here the heart's wealth of affection is poured on things transient and fleeting; broken bands and desolate hearts are here. "I'm weary of loving what passes away,
The sweetest and dearest, alas, may not stay;
I long for the land where these partings are o'er,
And death and the tomb can divide us no more." O, the untold glories of that land which God has promised to the righteous. Sadness and mourning shall flee away, and sorrow and sighing shall have no place; for everlasting joy shall be upon their heads. Yours striving to overcome. A. J. DYER.
Lyons, Fulton Co., O.