Quotes

Back to Basics


Back to Basics — hope forlorn,
    The Word of God "they laughed to scorn." (2Cor.30.10)
Back to Basics — hopeless cry,
    Back to Basics — Do or Die. (Deut. 27.26; Gal.3.10)
To do, is simply to obey,
    To die, result of saying "Nay."
No other gods preceding Me, (Ex.20.3)
    Nor bow down in idolatry. (Ex.20.4,5)
Nor take the Name of God in vain, (Ex.20.7)
    Blasphemy's unforgiven stain,
Remember, sabbath's holy day, (Ex.20.8)
    (Lord's Day is Resurrection's lay)
Honour father, and thy mother, (Ex.20.12)
    Despising not the one or other. (Prov.19.26; 23.22)
Sixth commandment, shall not kill, (Ex.20.13)
    Blood for blood, is God's will, still (Num.35.33)
Do not commit adultery, (Ex.20.14)
    Britain's immorality.
Thou shalt not steal is number eight, (Ex.20.15)
    "Thieves and robbers" at God's gate, (Jn.10.8)
False witnesses with every breath,
    Condemned "True Witness" unto death.
Tenth, do not covet any thing, (Ex.20.17)
    For God accepts no offering
Save first accursed upon the Tree, (Deut.21.23; Gal.3.13)
    One sacrifice for you and me.
Back to Basics is absurd
    Unless 'tis back to God's own Word.
 

John Glenville


Grace should magnify the God who shows it, and humble those who receive it.

J. Douglas




Who shall change our vile body, that it may be fashioned like unto His glorious body, according to the working whereby He is able even to subdue all things unto Himself.

Phil. 3:21



It may be in the glory-cloud
His blessed voice will first be heard,
The living changed and those that rise
Shall meet the Saviour in the skies.

Oh, happy day; oh, happy day,
Forever with the Lord to stay;
No tears, no pain shall ever dim
The joys of those redeemed by Him.

Ecclesiastes — the heart is larger than the object.
Song of Solomon — the object is too large for the heart.

J. Douglas


Divine Spirit


Jesus, my sorrow lies too deep
  For human ministry;
It knows not how to tell itself
  To any but to Thee.

Thou dost remember still, amid
  The glories of God's throne,
The sorrows of mortality,
  For they were once Thine own.

Yes, for as if Thou would'st be God,
  E'en in Thy misery,
There's been no sorrow but Thine own
  Untouched by sympathy.

Jesus, my fainting spirit brings
  Its fearfulness to Thee,
Thine eye at least can penetrate
  The clouded mystery.

And is it not enough, enough,
  This holy sympathy?
There is no sorrow e'er so deep
  But I may bring to Thee.


1823 Lady Powerscourt (1800-1836)


Written after the death of her husband, Viscount Powerscourt, a year after their marriage. 
Lady Powerscourt was then only 23 years of age and she herself died at the age of 36.