'm^m^ ^^^^^i^fVA <^AA-/;/»^AA^ ^aA/* MMi0 /^aAa LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. ^ *r5^?^ UNITED STATES OF AMi^RICA. ^mySi ;,«.:«S,?II#' (^K9ii§^»sr^^ T^wm'^TAl>< ^ii^/^a^Sstefflfi; ■.'^An^r-' W^^A^' •,»^,^^^mmfi T;-iS-»?«'.«5 «,.-n^. A>^.»A\f\^ THE Unexpected Visitor; OR, MISCELLANEOUS POETRY, BY JOHK FRAKCIS YANPELT REIL, OF NICHOLAS COUNTY, W. VA. CHARLESTON: ff. JO^ E. T. Moore, printer, Skees' Hew Building, 1878. Entered according to Act of Congress, in tlie j^ear 1877, by JOHN FRANCIS VANPELT NEIL, In the Office of tlie Librarian of Congress, at Washington,, D. C. All I'ights reserved. PREFACE. After I had "passed from death unto life,'^ some thought that I would preach from the pulpit the glorious Gospel of the Son of God, but I took a diftcrent position. Now, my reason is this : When I entered the vineyard of the Lord, the question arose, " Lord, what wilt Thou have me to do ?'' I was deeply concerned in regard to my Avork as a servant of God. Therefore, I earnestly prayed God to show me what He would have me to do, and, to my great satisfaction, I was fully con- vinced that the work of a poet is the princi-^ pal work wdiich God requires me to perform. So, when I obtained the desired wisdom, I began to compose and write poems suited to common measure ; and I have at last pub- lished a smoJl volume, consisting of different measures, which 1 most respectfully submit IV PREFACE. to the candid and impartial perusal of an in- telligent people. Now, as regards the gram- matical and the rhetorical construction of this volume, I do not claim that it is wholly a perfect work ; because, " To err is human, but to forgive is divine." And, as I am not ex- tensively known as a poet, the originality of this w^ork may be questioned; but I challenge the world to produce a single verse which I have knowingly quoted from any other author with whose writings I am acquainted. So, with this brief reason and few remarks, I send this little volume abroad, as bread cast '' upon the waters,"" hoping to see its divine effect "after many days." A Divine Blessinci Asked upon This Work. L. M. 1 Great God, having published the work Which Thou once gavest unto me, 1 now submit it to the world. And leave the whole result with Thee. 2 Now may this little volume cause Many poor sinners to repent ; PREFACE. May it accomplish, as Thy hiws, The great end for which it is sent. 3 But if this volume, by Thy aid. Shall win but few, yea, even one, I shall be very amply paid For all the work that 1 have done. 4 Because I have done nothing more Than duty demanded of me; Hence, I am an unworthy son, And all the praise belongs to Thee, ALPHABETICAL INDEX TO SUBJECTS. PAGE. A Father's Lamtentation 1 A Minister's Farewell 2 A Description of Hell 3 A Minister's Prayer 5 An Address to a Young Man 7 A Minister's Solemn Inquiry 8 A Widow's Lamentation 9 A Description of Heaven 11 A Son's Lamentation 13 A Mother's Lamentation 15 A Young Minister's Farewell 16 A Description of the Last Day 19 Am I an Heir of Heaven ? 20 Behold the Precious Lamb of God 22 Behold the Lowly Prince of Grace 24 "Brethren, Be Strong in the Lord" 26 Did Christ Leave His Bright Throne? 28 Death Will Surely come... 28 Father, Increase My Love for Jesus 31 Is My Name Written in the Book of Life? 31 Jesus' Eesienation 33 I^^DEX. Vll My Hopes and My Fears 35 My Former and My Latter Condition 36 My Home is in Heaven 38 On Communion ,.39 Questions on Prayer 42 Shall One Deny the Faith? 43 The Safe Ship .-> 44 The Certainty of a Judgment 45 The Little Boy that Died 46 The Brevity of Mortal Life 48 The Uncertainty of Life 49 The Fountain of Life 51 The Original Condition of Man, his Fall and Ke- demption 51 The Backslider's Experience 54 The Backslider's Prayer 55 The Day of Wonders 56 The Attributes of God 48 The Unsafe Ship 59 ''The Spirit and the Bride say, Come " 61 The Prayer of the Publican and the Pharisee 62 The Memory of Child hood 65 The Little Boy's Narrow Escape 67 The Story of the Cross 69 Thoughts on the Grave, the Resurrection and Final Judgment 71 The Cloud of Wrath 72 Vlll INDEX. The Gospel Feast 74 The Great Danger of Grieving the Holy Spirit of God \ 75 The Great Importance of Being on Our Watch- Tower 79 Viewing Jesus in Prayer 81 Vain Man, Thou May est Now Laugh 83 Vain Man, How Can'st Thou Meet Thy Judge? 84 Vain Man, Why Wilt Thou Be Lost? ,. 85 Vain Man, Forsake Thy Carnal Mirth 86 Vain Man, Delay No More 87 Were the Disciples Always in Battle Array? 88 Why Have We Furled the Blood-Stained Banner ?..91 We Are All Swiftly Traveling to Eternity 92 Who Can Describe the Last Day? 94 MISCELLANEOUS POETRY. A Father's Lamentation. ^S'. 31. y^^LAS I the king of foes ^^^ Has entered my abode ; But ah! I would not weep as those Who have no hope in God. 2 Because the one for whom My tears so freely flow, Now lives beyond the dreary tomb, Where storms shall never blow. 3 Then, sliould I weep at all, When happy souls depart, From whom no tears shall ever I'all, Nor sorrow fill the heart ? 4 Oh, yes ; the Prince of Grace Often had weeping eyes ; Then well may tears stream down my face, When one so near me dies! THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR; 5 So, when I see his chair, My tears refuse to slack ; I mourn beeause he is not there, But woukl not call him back ! 6 For he washed his robe all white In Jesus' precious blood ; And now, with all the saints in light, He sings the praise of God. 7 And we again shall meet In that great City fair; Then there will be no vacant seat, For we will all be there ! 8 How happy we will be With Jesus in His throne; For we sliall all His glory see, And know as we are knowni ! A Minister's Farewell. L. M. 1 Dear wife, I now bid thee adieu, And I no more thy face may view; For I must cross the briny deep, To gather home the wandering sheep. 2 Alas ! thou hast oft heard me speak, And s^en the tears roll down my cheek ; OR, MISCELLANEOUS POETRY. And thou liast often cheered my heart; But I must now from thee depart ! 3 I would that I could stay with thee, For thou art very dear to me ; But He that shed His precious blood, Bids me go preach the word of God. 4 The ship is weighing anchor now ; Methinks I see her dazzling prow. Her sails will soon be all unfurled, Pew^red to cross a Avat'ry world. Jn'ow, I must many dangers brave, And I may find a liquid grave ; But He that calmed a raging sea, Will even there remember me ! 6 So, if I never more return. Then keep thy lamp well trimmed to burn, That Ave may meet ne'er more to part, Where sorrow never fills the heart. A Description of Hell. L. M. 1 Far, far beyond the bounds of time, There is a dark and dreary clime, In which there is a flaming fire That shall never, never expire ! THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR ; 2 That world's great torments are unknown ; For there the lost must weep and moan, And gnash their teeth forevermore, In a great lake which has no shore ! 3 Alas ! the worm there never dies, And surging flames forever rise ; And all who reach that dark abode Shall drink the unmixed wrath of God ! 4 The smoke forever shall ascend, And their torments shall never end ; For in the holy angels' sight. They shall be punished day and night ! 5 Their bodies shall writhe in the bath Of God's all-fierce, unmingled wrath ; Its bitter wine their drink shall be, Even through all eternity ! 6 Their only robes are hell's strong chains; Forever racked by piercing pains ; And darkness is their bitter bread, While great shame crowns their ev'ry head. 7 Alas ! they would their fingers dip In water, to cool their parched lips ; But ah ! there will no water well To quench the dreadful flames of hell! OR, MISCELLANEOUS POETRY. 8 And no light shall ever illume That dreary world of deepest gloom; So, they in utter darkness grope, Without a single ray of hope I 9 And all who enter hell's strong gate Forever shall each other hate ; And while eternal ages roll, Each one shall hate his own lost soul! 10 Yea, they would die, and die for aye; But, ah ! grim death shall flee away ; So they must drink, at every breath, The bitterness of eternal death ! 11 Oh, wretched world ! ah, who can bear To weep and wail forever there! Because no mortal tongue can tell The dread realities of hell ! 12 And oh, may no one realize " The second death," that never dies ; But may all, through Christ's precious blood, Gain the fair Paradise of God. A Minister's Prayer. L. M. 1 Almighty God, aid me to speak Thv sacred Word in such a way THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR ; That many precious souls may seek Their great Redeemer's face to-day. 2 For now is free salvation's day, And this is the accepted hour; So then, oh, make a great display Of Thy re-generating power ! 3 For time is swiftly passing by. The harvest fields are large and white; Therefore, oh! aid me from on high, To shed abroad the gospel light ! 4 More energy and zeal afford, And oh! more living faith impart, That I may with the Spirit's sword Pierce every thoughtless sinner's heart, 5 Though I the seed of Life may sow, E'en in many a barren place, Yet it will not take root and grow, If watered not by dews of grace. 6 So then, when I Life's seed shall plant, Oh! bid it take substantial root ; And all needed nourishment grant, That it mav vield abundant fruit. OK, MLSCELLA^EOUS POETRY. i An Address to a Young Man. L. M. 1 Young man I thou must needs soon go down. To grim death's cold and dreary shade ; Tliough thou may'st be of high renown, Yet thou must in the tomb be laid. 2 In wisdom thou may'st far surpass The wisest of the present day ; But yet, just like the flower of grass, Thou must soon die and waste away. 3 And thou in beauty may'st excel The fairest one beneath the skies; But, ah! young man, remember well That the most lovely flower dies! 4 And thou may'st sumptuously fare, And have all else that heart can crave; Yea, thou may'st silk and purple wear, Yet thou must soon lie in the grave ! 5 For as Christ was once offered up. To make a perfect sacrifice. So all must drink death's bitter cup ; But after that to judgment ribe ! THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR ; A Minister's Solemn Inquiry. S, M. 1 Must I resign my breath, And close these mortal eyes? Must I lie in the arms of death Till God shall bid me rise? 2 Must 1 soon cease to meet My friends on life's rough road; And must I shortly cease to greet Them at the house of God ? 3 Must I soon cease to steal Away from earth's vain care, That I in solitude may kneel, To offer earnest prayer? 4 Must I soon cease to bow Beside " the old arm chair ?" Must he that occupies it now Soon fail to meet me there? 5 Must I soon cease to view The dear land of my birth? Must I soon bid a long adieu To my best friend on earth? 6 Must I soon cease to hear That well-known, gentle voiqe. OR, M ISC ELL A NEC IS POETRY. Which is sweet inn sic to my ear, And makes my heart rejoice? 7 Yes, I Avho liave oft i)raye(l For those unsaved hy grace, Must surely very soon be laid In grim death's cold embrape! S And my flesh must remain Beneath the mossy sod. Till He who once was bruised and slain Shall call me up to Ood ! 9 But then 1 shall arise To meet my glorious King, Crying, as 1 fly to the skies, " O, Death ! where is thy sting?" 10 Now, all thanks be to (lod, Who giveth unto me, Througli Jesus Christ's most precious blood, The greatest victory I A ^VIJ)o^^''8 Lajientation. L. M' 1 As Jesus' weeping mother stood Beside the cross of rugged wood, So I with sorrow bow to-day, Beside this form of lifeless clav. 10 THE tJNEXPECTEI) VISITOR ; 2 As Eachel for her children wept, When in captiv'ty they were kept, So it is now my bitter lot To mourn, but find sweet comfort not! 3 As Mary's heart was filled with gloom, When she approached her brother's tomb, So my heart's star has ceased to shine, And I must now in darkness pine ! 4 It seems more than my heart can bear, Since grim death came all unaware ; And when my hopes were all so bright, He swept away my heart's delight ! 5 And no one else can fill the place Of him who lies in death's embrace ; So I am now left all alone, In my heart's bitterness to nfoan ! 6 His voice was music to my ear, Which voice methinks I still can hear ; And I his smiles as plainly view As when I last bade him adieu. 7 He was my sun and shield each day; His smiles drove all my gloom away. So it now fills my heart with grief, To think his life has been so brief! OR, MISCELLANEOUS POETRY. 11 8 When tossed on trouble's surging sea, Yea, he was even there with me, To hold my fainting spirit up. And sweeten sorrow's bitter cup. 9 But he no more will calm my fears, Nor wipe away my falling tears; Nor, when in trouble, bring relief; Nor cheer my heart, when fi lied with grief. 10 For he has reached a blest abode. The city of the living God, To reign with Jesus in His throne, Where pain and death are never known. 11 And I Avill soon reach that fair place, Where tears no more stream down the face. And sorrow shall not till my heart, Nor shall I from this loved one part ! 12 Therefore, may this heart-cheering thought Ever sweeten my bitter lot ; For it will not be many years Till God will Avipe away my tears ! A Description of Heaven. L. M. 1 There is a world beyond the tomb. Whose joys no mortal can portray ; 12 THE UNEXPECTED visitor; For there the fairest tlowers bloom, But never, never fade away. 2 For Life's fair tree shall never fail To yield abundant fruit divine; And ev'ry hill, and ev'ry vale. Abounds with honey, milk and wine. 3 A house, with many mansions fair, Is in the ^^ orld of which I speak ; And there shall be no sorrow there Nor sliall tears trickle down the cheek. 4 Each shall have a beautiful seat, Purchased with Jesus' precious blood ; And they shall walk the golden streets, To view the great city of God. 5 And no temptation shall annoy Those who shall reach that blest abode; But they shall all their time employ In singing sweet praises to God. 6 And ghastly death shall never sieze Those who in that fair mansion dwell ; For God's dear Son now holds the keys Of the grim monsters, Death and Hell. 7 And thirst shall not be known to those Who reach that bright and fair abode ; OR, MISCELLANEOUS POETRY. 13 For Life's pure river treely flows Out of the '' great white throne " of God. 8 Well may the rich give all their wealth That they may gain that world above, Where all is life and peace and health, And unnuxed joy and perfect love. A Son's Lainientation. L. M. 1 As David wept for his dear son, When he was thrust through with a dart, So I now deeply mourn for one Who has oft cheered my fainting heart I 2 As those who hung their harps of gold Upon the weeping willow tree. So I now weep with grief untold For one who was so dear to me ! 3 As Mary cried, witli weeping eyes, *' Where is my loving Saviour laid?" So I now truly realize A loss wdiicii can not be repaid. 4 She Avas my dearest friend on earth; But ah ! I never truly knew A loving mother's real worth, Till I bade her a long adieu ! 14 THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR; 5 But oh ! when I saw her depart, Who had so often smiled on me, I seemed to say, with aching heart, " I would that I could die with thee !" 6 For all then seemed an empty space — A world without the brilliant sun, While I gazed on the cold, pale face Of that most affectionate one ! 7 And even to this very day, This world affords me no sweet charms ; For all earth's pleasures passed away With her who lies in death's cold arms. 8 Her voice still ringeth in my ears, And nothing can her smiles erase ; And I shall ne'er forget the tears That used to trickle down her face ! 9 Yea, I now know her real worth — I mourn, but I find no relief; For nothing in this verdant earth Can sweet'n my cup of bitter grief! 10 Oh, that my eyes were founts of tears, That I might weep my Mfe away. For her who oft has calmed my fears, And kindly v»'atched me day by da^ ! OR, MISCELLAXEOUS POETRY. 15 11 Oh, could I take the morning's wings, And fly away, and be at rest, Where bitter sorrow's piercing stings Would ne'er be thrust into my breast ! 12 But, should I fiy far, far away, That mother would be in my view ; And I could hear her sweetly say, " Mv dearest one, adieu, adieu !" A Mother's Lamentatiox. L. M. 1 With grief which none but mothers feel. I, uncoraforted, mourn to-day ; Because none can my sorrows heal. Nor wipe my flowing tears away. 2 For I have bidden one farewell, Which caused these bitter tears to start; And now no mortal tongue can tell The feelings of my aching heart I 3 For death's strong, iron chains confine My heart's delight, whose life was brief; So I now drink the bitter wine That flows from unmixed, bitter grief. 4 It seems as though my heart will burst. When I his lonelv dwelling see. 16 THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR; I hear him say, " Come kiss me first, Because thou art so dear to me." 5 And when I see his vacant seat. My tears then unceasingly stream. Methinks I hear his coming feet. But, alas! it is but a dream! 6 For he whom I so sadly miss, Lives far beyond death's surging flood, And I will soon that dear one kiss In the fair Paradise of God. 7 Then I no more that grief will feel. Which fills my broken heart to-day ; For God will all my sorrows heal. And wipe my flowing tears away! A Young Minister's Farewell. 9s. 1 Alas! the sad day is now at hand, When I must needs leave my native land, And sail for China, Burmah or Bome, To call poor, perishing sinners home. 2 Farewell ! dear home ; but it grieves my heart, To think that we must so shortly part ; For the dearest spot on earth to me Is the play-ground of my infancy. OR, MISCELLANEOUS POETRY. 17 3 But there is One whom no man can see, Who is now far more precious to me. Than the pleasant home of my childhood, Or all that this world calls great and good. 4 For He once shed His most precious blood, And saved me from the fierce wrath of God ; And He now bids me go and proclaim Pardon to all through His righteous name. 5 Farewell ! father ; but thou must not weep, Though I must soon sail on the great deep ; For my robe is washed in Jesus' blood, And I now have perfect -peace with God. G So, if I shall sink to rise no more, I shall soon reach that fair, golden shore, Where the cold waves of the rolling sea Shall never, never dash over me. 7 Farewell ! mother ; but, ah ! can we part. Since thou hast so often cheered my heart ? Can I leave my dearest friend on earth, And the beautiful land of my birth? 8 Yes ; since Jesus sweetly calleth me, I must very soon depart from thee ; For I shall be guilty of His blood, If I preach not the pure Word of God. 18 THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR ; 9 But, alas ! tliy sighs and bitter tears Bring to memory my childhood's years, When thon didst make me thy daily care, And at night, the burden of thy prayer. 10 And thy fervent prayers were not in vain ; Because for me to die is great gain. So, when thou shalt see my vacant chair. Oh, weep not because I am not there ! 11 Farewell! sister; we have often played In the weeping willow's pleasant shade, And we have spent many happy hours In making fair wreaths of blushing flowers. 12 But we may no more together roam About our childhood's most pleasant home; For the ship may shortly run aground ; Hence, I may soon be ship-wrecked and drowned. 13 But, if we shall never meet below. We shall meet where Life's pure waters flow ; And then we shall spend the happy hours, Koaming amid fair, immortal flowers. 14 Then, dear sister, be thou of good cheer, And wipe thou away the bitter tear ; Let not tender sorrow rend thy heart. For we shall soon meet no more to pai-t. OR, MISCELLANEOUS POETRY. 19 A Description of the Last Day. 8,8,6. 1 Alas I when time sliall reach its sum, The King of kings will surely come, Though not to slied His blood; But He will come with glory crowned, And then the Arch-angel will sound The awful trump of God ! 2 The earth shall quake from pole to pole, The heavens shall together roll, And instantly expire ; The stars shall be from heaven hurled, And even all this sin-cursed world Shall be one flaming fire! 3 The golden sun, the king of day, Shall then forever fade away, The moon shall turn to blood ; Ah ! such a sight was never seen, Since all this great world shall convene Before the living God ! 4 But when the dreary graves shall burst, The righteous dead shall all rise first, In Christ's own image bright; And they shall in His throne sit down. And each shall wear a robe and crown, And praise Him day and night. 20 THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR ; 5 Then those not saved by sovereign grace Shall quickly leave grim Death's embrace, To meet their Judge severe ; But when the bleeding Lamb shall look Through everlasting life's fair book, Oh, where shall they appear! 6 Because their names are not engraved With those who shall be scarcely saved. Through Jesus' precious blood, Then they must down to darknes sink, AVhere they forevermore shall drink The unmixed wrath of God ! Am I AN Heir of Heaven? 8,8,6. \. 1 When Jesus ('hrist, my living head, Shall come to raise the righteous dead. Shall I obtain a crown ? Or shall I enter black despair, To weep and Avail forever there, Beneath God's dreadful frown ? 2 I own Him as my Saviour now, And often at His feet I bow. To plead His sovereign grace ; But shall I, in that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away. Be banished from His face ? OR, MISCELLANEOUS POETRY. 21 4 Alas! how it will rend my heart, If He shall say, "From me depart," Instead of " Enter in ;" Because He is my only plea, And through His blood I hope to flee God's wrath, and Heaven win. 4 But if sin shall in me be found, When the great trump of God shall sound, I can not with Him dwell ; But ah I where the worm never dies. I must utter my fruitless cries, All bathed in flames of hell ! o Then, oiil let me, with all my heart, Ever strive to obtain a part With those who first arise ; That I in that great day may sing, " O, Death, where is thy piercing sting," For I have won the prize ! G Then 1 Avill all the glory give To Him who died that I might live In His bright, fair abode, Where I shall reign in spotless white, And sweetly sing both day and night, The wondrous love of God ! 22 THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR; BEHOiiD THE Precious Lamb of God ! L. M. 1 Behold the precious Lamb of God Expiring on the shamefal tree ; There shedding His most precious blood, To set the vilest sinner free. 2 Alas! how wondrously He bleeds, Nailed to the cross of rugged wood; And oh, how earnestly He pleads For those who slight the grace of God ! 3 He cries aloud, '• My God, my God, Oh! why hast Thou forsaken me? Is not the shedding of my blood Sufficient sacrifice for Thee ?" 4 He cries, " I thirst ;" and some pretend To answer His most humble call ; But ab ! they offer their best friend Vinegar mixed with bitter gall ! 5 Was ever a more bitter cup Offered to any other one ? Ah ! no ; nor did He drink it up ; But, He exclaimed, " It is now done." 6 He humbly bows His sacred head, And meekly then resigns His breath ; 23 Ah ! the great Judge of quick and dead. Now lies in the cold arms of death ! 7 The temple rends to its great base, And darkness veils the heavens above. Was ever such amazing grace Combined Avith bleeding, dying love ? 8 The great earth also loudly quakes, And the solid stones rend in twain ; Yea, the dead's cold, dark mansions shalie. While the God of nature is slain! 9 But soon the Kejected of men, Who once bled at many a pore, Most assuredly rose again. To suffer, bleed, and die no more. 10 And many who then slept arose, After the rising of their King, Crying, "O, Death, thou king of foes, Where is now thy most piercing sting ?" 11 Because He that loved man so well That He meekly resigned His breath. Has conquered the great Prince of hell. And now He holds the keys of Death. 12 Oh, how heart -clieering is the thought, Tliat all things are now fully done — 24 THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR ; That the last, hard battle is fought, And the ffreat victorv is won ! Behold the Lowly Prince of Grace ! L. M. 1 Behold the lowly Prince of grace Wearing a robe of scarlet red ; Behold His foes spit in His face. And often smite His sacred head ! 2 Behold Him most meekly sustain The heavy cross of rugged wood. On which He must be bruised and slain, To appease the fierce wrath of God. 3 Then behold Him most humbly bear False accusations, scoffs and scorns, And then see Him most meekly wear A crown of rugged, piercing tliorns. 4 Behold Him wearing a blind-fold. As though stained with the darkest ciimes ; And oh, think of His being sold For the sum of few silver dimes ! 5 Behold Him in Gethsemane, Weeping and praying all alone, Crying, "Eemove this cup from me; Though not my will, but Thine be done !" 25 H Behold Him most shamefully nailed To the cross which He meekly bore, While His friends most bitterly wailed, With sorrow never felt before. 7 Behold His tender, guileless hands, All bathed in His most preoious blood, By which He meets the law's demands, And reconciles an angry God 1 8 Behold His mangled, bleeding feet, And see how kindly He yet speaks. Although great drops of bloody SAveat Trickle down His most sacred cheeks. \) He cries, " Woman, behold thy son, Who must shortly lake care of thee ; For my short life to-day is done. But, dear mother, weep not for me." 10 Hear ye Him cry, " Father, forgive. And pour Thy wrath upon Thy Son ; But let these guilty sinners live. For they knov/ not wliat they have done !" 11 Then view Him die, all stained with blood, Forsaken by every one ; Yea, the All-compassionate God Forsook His bleeding, dying Son. 26 THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR; 12 Then, dying sinner, oh ! draw near To Him that sufFerred, groaned and died, And view the soldier's rugged spear Thrust into His most sacred side ! 13 I once more ask thee to survey That great fountain of precious blood, Which flowed on that most noted day, From the dear, mangled Son of God ! Brethren, be Strong in the Lord. L. M. 1 Dear "brethren, be strong in the Lord, And in the power of His might ;" For if you gain that great reward. You must needs fight a faithful fight. 2 Be on your watch-tower day and nighty The breast-plate of righteousness wear, And always keep your sword bright, By humble, earnest faith and prayer. 3 Because you do not only fight To conquer the flesh and the blood. But many other foes unite Against the blood-bought sons of God. 4 Yea, principalities and powers Meet you on mountain knd in dell ; OK, MISCELLANEOUS POETRY. 27 And fiery darts, in thickest showers, Are hurled from the great Prince of hell. o So, take the whole armor of God, And enter the great battle field, Bearing tlie banner stained with blood, And know no such a word as yield. 6 And ever keep your feet well shod, Wearing the perfect shield of faith ; And meet the bitter foes of God, Exclaiming, '' Victory, or death !" 7 And wear salvation's helmet, too, To shield your head from Satan's blows ; And to the very end be true, And you shall conquer all your foes. 8 And when your great conflict sliall cease, And you shall lay all your arms down. Then you shall reign in perfect peace. And wear a shining robe and crown. 9 So then, in hope of such reward. Ever keep an unshrinking faith. And fight the battles of the Lord, Though your flesh may be burned to death ! 10 Because, if for Christ's sake alone, You seal your calling with your blood, 28 THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR; You shall reign in His " great, white throne," And shall be kings and priests to God. Did Christ Leave His Bright Throne? 8,8,6. 1 Did Christ leave His bright throne on high, That He might suffer, bleed and die, "Nailed to the shameful tree?" Did He there shed His precious blood, To satisfy the law of God, And set the sinner free ? 2 Yes, a pure fountain, deep and Avide, Was opened up in Jesus' side. Filled with His precious blood ; And all may fly to it to-day, And there wash all their sins away. And come forth heirs of God. 3 The dying thief that fountain saw. Which satisfied God's lioly law, And loosed the sinner's chains ; And when near death's dark, dreary night. He washed his robe, and made it white, And now in glory reigns. 4 But ah ! sinner, slight not His grace Till thou shalt near death's cold embrace. But yield without delay; 29 For death may come all unaware, And, if so, thou can'st not prepare For the great judgment day ! 5 So, while Pie knocks at thy heart's door, Oh, grieve His dying love no more, But let Him enter in ; That He may His free grace impart, And cleanse thy much polluted heart, From all the stains of sin. 6 For He that cries, ''Come unto me," Will not forever offer thee The riches of His grace ; But justice's storm will shortly blow, And the waters shall overflow Every hiding-place. 7 And the hail, in that dreadful day, Shall forevermore sweep away The great refuge of lies ; So, if the truth shall save thee not, Thou slialt have thy most wretched lot Where flames forever rise. Death will Surely Come. L. M. 1 Alas ! vain man, thou may'st live long, But death will snrelv come at last ; 30 THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR ; And life will seem just like a song, When all thy days shall here be past. 2 Yea, when thou shalt reach death's cold stream, Whose billows thou must surely brave, The time will seem just like a dream. From childhood to the silent grave. 3 And thou perhaps hast now been spared E'en more than half of all thy years ; But oh ! art thou yet well prepared To leave this gloomy vale of tears ? 4 Ha&t thou washed thy dark garments white In Jesus' all-atoning blood ; Or dost thou still wilfully slight All the pleading mercy of God ? 5 Thou may'st through this short life enjoy All that thy anxious heart can crave, But oh ! what will be thine employ Beyond the cold and dreary grave ? 6 Oh, wilt thou sing the charming song, Sung by those washed in Jesus' blood ? Wilt thou, with all that happy throng, Eeign in the great, white throne of God ? 7 No ; thou shalt with damned spirits dwell, Where thou shalt hear God's dreadful ire — OR, MISCELLANEOUS POETRY. 81 Deep in the dark abyss of hell, All bathed in one eternal fire ! 8 But, fly to that great Fount of Blood, And wash thy robe, and make it white, Ere the Holy Spirit of God Shall take His everlastino- flio-ht ! Father, Increase my Love for Jesus. K M. 1 Father, increase my love For Jesus and his cause. Make me as harmless as a dove, But wise in all thy laws. "^ 2 Make me as humble, too, As Thy own lovely Son, That all I say and all I do, May in Thy fear be done. 3 Every act control ; Remove each vain design. With all Thy fullness fill mv son), And make me wh(»Iiv Tliiia-. • Is MY Name AVritten in tjik Book of Life? 1 When Christ shall open Life's fair book. And through its golden pages look, Oh ! wiU my name be there ? 32 THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR ; Or will He sentence me to dwell With all the damned, cast out in hell, God's all-lierce wrath to hear ? 2 My name has been recorded here With those who worship God with fear, And on His grace rely ; But, oh ! have I '' that better part," Which would cheer up my fainting heart, Were I now called to die ? 3 I often with God's people meet, And with them bow at Jesus' feet, And seem to be sincere ; But, when His dreadful trump shall sound, Will I among His saints be found, Or with the damned appear? 4 I now profess to love His name. And with my lips I do proclaim The wonders of His love ; But do I feel a word I say, Or is my heart far, far away From Him that rules above ? 5 I eat the flesh and drink the blood Of the all-precious Lamb of God ; But ah ! have I that faith OK, MiSCKLLANEOl S POETRY. Which ever works by love divine, And cleanses Ironi each vain design, And shrinks not at grim death? ('» Great God, from me bid sin depart, And make mv troubled, roving heart Thy Spirit's dwelling-place; That He may teach me how to pray, And that I may feel ev'ry day The power of sovereign grace. 7 And when Thy awful trump shall sound. My worthless name will then be found In Life's fair book above ; Then I will Thy great name adore, And sweetly sing forevermore, A Saviour's dving love. Jesus' Eesignatiox. L, M. 1 " O, Father, if it be Tliy will. Kemove from me death's bitter cup ; But how shall I my Word fulfil Lest I shall freely drink it up 1 2 " For I lay all my glory by, To suffer in the sinner's stead : M THE UNEXPECTED visitor; 80, then, that he may never die, Pour Thy tierce wrath upon my liead ! o " For that the lost may be restored, To die, I once was set apart ; Thei'efore, thrust justice's flaming sw^ord Into my guiltless, tender heart I 4 " Let me bear all the piercing pains Which would have been the sinner's lot. Had he been bound by Satan's chains. In hell's flames, where the worm dies not I 5 "Because Thy holy law demands That he who sins shall surely die; So I will die with bleeding hands, And Thy strict justice satisfy !" 6 So, the all-lovely Son of God Suffered unto His dying breath ; And all stained with His precious blood, He drank the very dregs of death ! 7 Alas! what more could He have said? And, oh ! what more could He have done ! Since He so freely groaned and bled. That all a dreadful hell mav shun! OR, MISCELLANEOUS POETRY. oO My Hopes and My Fear??. L. M. 1 Now I have many trials here, And oft am racked by pierchig {)ains; But far beyond this mortal sphere, An endless rest for me remains, 2 My heart is often filled with grief, And I have many doubts and fears; But, ah ! the time is very brief. Till ''God shall wipe away all tears." o On trouble's sea I oft ani tossed, Its surging waves around me roll ; My brightest hopes would all be lost. If Jesus cared not for my soul ! 4 But I have washed my garments white In that great '' fountain filled with blood ;" And I shall soon rest day and night - In the fair Paradise of God. 5 I shall forevermore behold My loving Saviour's smiling face; And I shall walk the streets of gold, Arrayed in all His charming grace I (> Yea, I shall reign in spotless white; From sin and pain I shall be free; of) THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR; And I shall liave the blood-bought right To pluck the fruit from Life's fair tree! 7 So let me welconu' grief and pain, And even deatli, my greatest foe; For I sliall very sjiortly reign Where sorrow's storm shall never blow. My Fok.mi;i! axj) ISIy T>a ttku ('(jxdition. S.M. 1 once took great delight In praising Jesus' name; 1 bore the cross each day and idglit, Despising all. the shame. 2 Sinners could ]i()t cliarm ine, 1 loved not this world's care; JJut I most dearly loved to be Witliin the house of prayer. I loved to bow my knees Before my Father's throne, And offer up my feeble pleas, In Jesus' name alone. 4 And I took great delight In speaking for liis cause; 1 meditated day and night In his delightful laws. OR, MISCELLAJs'EUUS PUETRY. -37 5 But now I glory not In the cross which I bear; My love is neitlier cold noi- hot, When al the house of prayei"! B Praise is not sweet employ, I feel not Jesus' worth ; And neither do I now enjoy The pleasures of tlie earth ! 7 For since 1 oft have named Him Avhose banner I've furled, vSo I am now truly ashamed To turn back to the world I S Thougli my deceitful heart Is almost tilled witii care, Yet I pretend to give a part To God, by formal prayer! 9 How wretclied is my pnrt — I'm neither gold nor dross ; I carry the Avorld in my heart. And drag the blood-stained cross I 10 Great God, by Thine own power. Quicken, Oh ! quicken me, That I may from this veiy hour Be all alive to Thee I -kS the unexpected visitor; My Home is in Heayex. 1 My home is high in Heaven above, Let me go, let me go ; " To sing a Saviour's dying love," Let me go, let me go. 2 For there shall be no sickness there, And I no piercing pains shall bear ; But 1 a crown of Life shall Avear, Let me go, let me go. ."5 (Trim death can not invade that land. Let me go, let me go ; To ]-eign with (.'Jirist at God's right hand, Let me go, let me go. 4 Sorrov, shall never till my heart. Tears from my eyes shall never start, Nor shall I from dear loved ones part, Let me go, lei me go. o And I shall from all labor cease, Let me go, let me go ; To live with Christ in perfect peace. Let me go, let me go. 6 (Tod's praise shall be my sweet employ. Temptation shall no more annoy, 89 But I shall have unmingled joy, Let me go, let me go. 7 I shall hunger and thirst no more, Let me go, let me go ; To meet that dear One gone before, Let me go, let me go. 8 How happy I shall surely be. When I shall my Kedeemer see, Who sufiered, bled and died for me, Let me go, let me go I On Co:vr^[UNiON. L. 3/. 1 Ere Jesus drew His dying breath. He showed an emblem of His death ; With bread His broken Hesh He showed, With crimson wine, the blood which flowed. '1 So we have now prepared a feast In mem'ry of on r great High Priest, Who slied His all-atoning blood. To sas'e us from the wrath of Ood ! o With broken bread we symbolize Our bruised and dying Sacrifice ; With crimson wine we well display The blood that washed our sins awav! 40 THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR * 4 But ere He said, "Take ye, and eat," Pie bowed before the mercy -seat ; So, let us bow, with one accord. And imitate our dying Lord. 5 Then, after He had offered prayer, He kindly gave each one a share. And said, " For your eternal good, I must needs shed my precious blood I" 6 So Ave would now commemorate The death of our great Advocate; And while we on this feast shall feed, Mav it be meat and drink indeed ! On Communion. i. M. 1 Dear brethren, -we have met to-day, I trust, in our dear Saviour's name. That we may mournfully display An emblem of His bleeding frame. 2 His flesh was bruised and crucified. Nailed to the cross of rugged wood ; A spear w^as thrust into his side, And there gushed forth water and blood! OR, MISCELLANEOUS POETKY. 41 o Xow, in this broken bread we view The mangled, dying Son of God ; And this j^ure wine, of crimson hue, Well represents His precious blood ! 4 So, while we siiall these things employ, As emblems of His flesh and blood, Oh ! may eacli one of us enjoy Communion witli the Son of God. Ox CoMMUNiox — Continued L. M. 1 Brethren, oh ! let us now draw near To that great fountain, deep and clear, Which ilowed from Jesus' sacred side, When He was bruised and crucified I 2 Let us fall at the very feet Of Plim whose flesh we shall soon eat ; Let us draw near the Son of God, Ere we shall drink His precious blood I 8 Now may that blood cleanse us from sin. And make us wholly pure within, That we, in living faith divine, Mav eat this l)read and drijik this w'Mel 42 THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR I Questions on Peayer. C. M. 1 When ] approaeli the mercy -seat, In Jesus' name to pray, Do I feel, Avhile at His dear feet, The solemn words I say ? 2 Or do I with these lips of clay, Draw near the God of love, While yet my heart is far away From Plim that rules above ? 3 To God do I my guilt confess, And no self-merits take? Do T ask Him my soul to bless, Alone for Jesus' sake? 4 When I approach my Father's face, In Jesus' name to plead, Do I ask Him to give me grace. Because I feel its need ? 5 Or do I feel, when bowed in prayer, That I am w^hoUy clean ? That I the cross of Jesus bear. Of mortals to be seen? Great God, when I before Thee kneel, Impart thy grace to me, OK, MISCELLANEOIS POETRV. 48 That I in deed and trntli may feel My real need of Thee. Shall Osb Deny the Faith ? L. M. 1 Alas ! shall one of Adam's race Make his robe white in Jesus' blood ; Then so abuse His love and grace. That he shall bear the wrath of God ? 2 Since sin once caused His sacred flesh To be nailed to the shameful tree, Shall He be crucified afresh By those whom His blood has niade iree? 3 Yes; for the cares of this vain earth, And the deceitfulness of wealth, May fill the heart with carnal mirtli. And thus wholly destroy its healthi 4 But, ah! let each say, "Is it 1 That will make a ship- wreck of faith ; And by so doing crucify The Lord that loved me unto death I" 5 Almighty God, forbid tliat one Whose heart has been made free from dross. Should now deny Thy weeping Son. And nail Him to the shameiuJ cioss! 44 THE U?>' EXPECTED VISITOR; 6 But, oh ! give him sustaining grace To conquer all the foes that rise, That he may run a faithful race, And at last win the blood-bought prize. The Safe Ship. L. M. 1 There is a vessel, deep and Avide, Sailing on time's most rapid tide ; Her Captain is the Son of God, Her crew are those washed in Ills blood. 2 This vessel has sufficient space For all of Adam's dying race ; Hence, all the world, the small and large, May come aboard now free of charge. 3 This great ship never runs aground, And none shall be ship-wrecked or drowned ; Nor shall her glorious sails be furled Till she shall reach the better world. 4 Aiitl those who on this ship embark Shall never more grope in the dark ; For Jesus is her brilliant light, And her true Pilot, dav and nights OH, MISCKLLANEorS POETRY. 4-') ") And Ho at her great helm stands, And she obeVti His wise commands ; He rules her anchor and hei- sails. And over ev'rv storm prevails. t) Therefore, let all themselves equip, To enter Lile's glorious ship; For she will shortly cease to sail, And anchor far bevond this vale I The Certainty of a Ji'Dni\rEXT. L. M> 1 "Rejoice, oh! young man, in thy youth," And Jet earth's pleasures cheer tlieo now; But, soon, before the Clod of truth, Tiiy stub))orn knees shall surely I'owl '1 Trample on Christ's most precious blood Which did for all thy sins atone; But soon a sin-avenging God Will bring thee trem'oling to His throne I .') (Tiieve thou the Holy Spirit, too, An; vnin world calls o-ood, UK, Ml.Sl'Kl.l.AXEOl S I'OETKV. 41* Since he sliall have i^o soon returned To the all-wise, heart-searchino* God ? () And tliougli he may own all this eai-th, And rule as king from pole to pole, Alas! what shall it all be wortii, If he shall lose his })reeious soul? 7 Then may each one consider well The great frailty of flesh and blood, And speedily prepare to dwell In the fair P;iradise- of God ! 8 For we shall nol ))e '" of few days And full of troulde," doubts and fears; But we shall sweetly sing God's praise Throusrh an eternitv of veirs I The rxcEHTAixTY OF Life. L. ^[. 1 Behold how quickly death can seir.e A youth in all his prime and power; For death just like the passing breeze, Meets many mortals ev'ry hour! 2 1 once knew one whose hopes were bright For many happy pleasures here ; For he dreamed not that death's dark night Was then so swiftly drawing near! 50 THE UNEXPECTED visitor; 8 His heart was always " of good cheer." Plis body couki much hardness brave ; Ilence, he seemed not to be so near The cold, dark chambers of the grave ! 4 He sailed on time's most rapid stream, Seeking earth's sweet, seducing charms; For he did not then even dream Of ent'ring death's drear, icy arms ! 5 But ah I when this world looked so fair, When life was even just in bloom — Alas ! death came all unaware, And quickly swept him to the tomb I 6 This blooming youth whose race is run, Oft dreamed of many happy years; For he Avas only twenty -one, When called to leave this vale of tears. 7 Hence, deatli resi)ects no size nor age, Neither the coward nor the brave; Nor can the noble and the sage Escape the cold and dreary grave. 8 He regards not beauty's sweet charms, Nor does he care for moral worth ; But ah ! he lays his icy arms Upon the purest men on earth. OK. MISCELLANEOUS POETRY. 51 The Fountain of Life. /.. M. 1 *' There is a fountain," deep and clear, In which the soldier bathed his spear ; It yields an all-atoning flood, For it is filled with Jesus' blood. 2 That blood can make the wounded whole, And wholly cure the sin^sick soul ; Yea, it can give the blind their sight, And wash their robes and make them white. 3 The dying thief its virtue proved, Just ere he was from earth removed ; And it can save as w^ell to-day, As when it washed his sins away, 4 Therefore, let all to it repair, And find blood-bought salvation there ; Because "it cleanses from all sin," And gives the sinner peace within. The Original Condition of Man, his Fall AND Redemption. L. M. 1 When man first breathed life's vital breath, From sin's dark stains his soul was free; And never would have tasted death. Had he not touched the fatal ti'ec. iri THE UXEXPECTED VISITOK: 2 But since its fruit yo pleased his eye, And to tlic taste it was so sweet, The Serpent said, " Thou shall not die, Thousjh thou should'st of it freely eat. o " But it will open wide thine eyes. That thou can'st evil knoAV and good ; Yea. thou shall then become as wise As the all-wiseand righteous God." 4 So man submitted to the sway Of him that leads the soul aside; But, even in that very day. In that beauteous land, he died. 5 Though he did not resign his breath, And moulder in the silent tomb, Yet temporal and endless death Wei'e fallen man's most wi-etched doom ! (» Hence, he to happiness was dead. And trouble took enjoyment's place; So he v.'ith sorrow must eat bread Made by tlie sweat of his own iace. 7 For the great God who can not lie, Had issue S Alas! who can man's estate conceive When cast out of that fair a1)ode. .Since there was none who coukl reprieve The sentence' of an all- wise (rod? W For naught save the shedding of blood. Could make a perfect sacrifice, Which would appease the wratli of God, And let the fallen sinner rise. 10 But, since tlie law was strictly pure, So it demanded guileless l)lood ; Hence, all were sentenced to endure The fierceness of ihe wrath of God I 11 For none could sinless blood aftbrd, Since each in Adam's fall had part; So God must thrust His flaming sword Into every sinner's heart I 12 But Clirist, who is all undetiled. Most freely shed his precious blood, By which He fully reconciled A just and sin-avenging God. THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR: The Backslider's Experience, C. M. 1 Great God, Thy love I once enjoyed, In all its quick'ning powers; And Jesus' praise my heart employed For many happy liours. 2 Because I knew no other theme. Save Jesus crucified, When I first saw the healing stream That flowed from His dear side. 8 The world, with all its charming joy, Was crucified to me ; And nothing could ray heart employ, Save grateful praise to Thee. 4 And I was also crucified To this vain world of sin ; And from my Saviour's bleeding side, I drank sweet pleasures in. 5 I counted all earth's treasures dross, Compared with Heaven above ; I gloried in my Saviour's cross, When in mx warmest love. OR, MISCELLANE()U>S POETRY. ^0 6 But ah ! the cross is heavy now, Which 1 once loved to bear ; For I with much reluctance bow, When I engage in prayer ! 7 Hence, this vain world of mortal strife Has now almost destroyed The hope of everlasting life, Which 1 so much enjoyed I 8 Almighty God, restore to me Thy free salvation's joy, That heart-felt, grateful praise to Thee May be my sweet employ ! The Backsi.ider's Prayer. C. 3f. 1 Great God, revive my soul once more, Which Thou hast often blest ; And oh! that perfect peace restore, Which can not be expressed. 2 It can not impoverish Thee To make me rich indeed; And Thou can'st not the richer be. To let me vainly plead. i)b THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR : o For Thy free mercv, Lord, is such, By which I daily live, That I can never ask as much As Thou cans't freely give. 4 So then, for Tiiine own mercy's sake, Hear my imperfect prayer ; And of my heart possession take, And reiffn forever there I The Day of Woxdkrs. 1 There shall be a day of wonders — Such as never has been known : God's great trump, like many thunders, Shall be heard from zone to zone. 2 The golden sun shall be darkened, The moon shall be turned to blood; Then those v/ho have never hearkened Shall heed the great voice of God ! o Heaven's pillars shall be shaken, The stars shall be hurled abroad, When He who was once forsaken. Shall sound the great trump of God 1 OR, MISCELLANEOUS POETRY. 0/ 4 E^arth shall quake to her foundation, Time shall forever expire; And then all mortal creation Shall he wra])ped in flaming lire I o All who now are calmly ^^leeping, Shall lly to a world unknown ; Some rejoicing, others weeping, As they near the ''great, white throne!" G Jesus shall be seen appearing. Clothed in garments clean and white ; To His people, " oh ! how cheering " Will be that beautiful sight! 7 For they shall gain that pure treasure Which shall never fade away ; And they shall have sweetest pleasure, During one eternal day. 8 But, alas ! how those shall treni])le Who tramp on his precious blood, When they must needs all assemble In the grand presence of God. i* For the voice of free salvation Shall no more speak to the soul ; So they must bear hell's damnation, While eternal ages roll I 58 THE UNEXPECTED visitor: The Attbibutes of God. L.3f. 1 GocVs great wisdom can not be told, His free mercy fills boundless space; And oh ! what mortal can unfold The riches of Hi^; Avondrous grace? 2 For He with whom we have to do, Knows even each unspoken Ayord ; His Word is quick and mightv, too, " And sharper than a two-edged sword !" 3 His love's great height no tongue can tell ; 'Tis Avider than the earth beneath, 'Tis deeper than the lowest hell, And stronger than the bars of death ! 4 For Jesus, " by the grace of God," Once groaned and died upon the tree, And there shed His most precious blood, To set the vilest sinner free. 5 Now, a mother may cease to love Even her only infant son ; But He that rules in Heaven above, Will not forget the faithful one. For, as a father pity shows To his kind so)\ or daughter dear. OR, MISCELLANEOUS POETRY. 80 God ever pitietli those Who truly worship Him witli fear. 7 And as regards His purity, None can a true description give; Jiut this we know : no man can see His all-glorious face and live I 8 And He is so righteously just, That He respects no special race ; But the vilest worm of the dust, Mav be saved bv His wondrous irrace. Thk Unsafe Ship. L. M. 1 A ship whose sails are all unl'urleil, Is sailing to an endless world ; Her captain is the Prince of hell. Her creAV are those who serve him welL 2 This vessel is so deep and wide. That all the world on her may ride ; And more than e'er died by the sword Have now already come aboard. o And still her captain daily cries, •'Come, ev'ry age and ev'ry size ; For this vessel as safely glides As the great ship which Jesus guides. 60 THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR; 4 " For I at her great helm stand, And she obeys my least command ; I rule her anchor and her sails, And I can brave the fiercest gales." •3 But wilt thou know, oh! blooming youth, That in Satan "there is no trutlT?" Hence, if thou wilt believe his lies, Tiiou shalt soon sink no more to rise I For she can n(jt withstand the gales, As the fierce storms will burst her sails; So she will surely run aground, And all her crew in hell be drowned ! 7 Therefore, let none on her embark, But all enter the Gospel bark ; For He who ever rules her sails, Over the fiercest storm prevails. 8 The great sea once obeyed His will ; He bade the mighty winds be still. And said to those all filled with fear, " Be not afraid, for I am here." y Who would not trust his precious soul To Him who rules from pole to pole; Who numbers all the grains of sand. And holds " the waters " in His hand? UR, MliSCELLA\E(JU.S PUKTKY. (^ The Spirit and the Bride >Sav, Co:me." X. J/. 1 BL'hold, the Bri 22 Now, wlien he spoke of others' good, I could no more reject his plea ; Lest the all-wise, heart-searching God Should their dear sonls require of me I 23 So, when his guilty soul had reached That dreary world of black despair, I tlien with bitter sorrow preached His fun'ral, with liis face all bare! 24 And then, when I had ceased to speak. And bidden him a long farewell, I said, with my hand on his cheek, " A soul forever damned in hell I" 25 But worship was " a task " indeed, And duty was a heavy " load;" Hence, I did ne'er so greatly need Tlie all sustaining srrace of God ! The Great Importance of Being on Our Watch-Tower. S. M. 1 Let us so spend our days, That we shall have no dread To stand before the God we praise, And hear our sentence read. 80 THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR; 2 Let us not be unwise. Like those five virgins fair, Who once awoke with sad surprise, For, lo! the groom was there! 3 But their lamps gave no light, To drive away the gloom ; Yet, they all rose up at midnight, To meet their coming groom. 4 Then, there was heard the shout Of "give us oil to-night; Because our lamps are all gone out. And we are without light !" 5 " But," said the other five, " We have just oil enough To give light till Ave shall arrive Beyond the river's bluff. 6 " But ye can thus prepare : Go quickly out and buy ; And ye have now no time to spare, For, lo ! the groom is nigh ! 7 "And soon the fair groom's door Must needs be fastened tight ; And ye shall chosen be no more, If ye shall fail to-night!" OR, MISCELLANEOUS POETRY. 81 8 So let us ever toil, Till Jesus shall return, To have our lamps all filled with oil. And well prepared to burn. 9 For Christ, our fair bridegroom, May call us at midnight ; But, ah ! we will not dread the gloom, If our lamps give bright light! 10 And then, Avhen we shall meet Beyond grim death's dark flood. Each shall have a beautifull seat At the right hand of God. 11 Then, Christ will kindly spread The wedding table wide ; And He will give the living bread To His fair, blood-washed bride. Viewing Jesus in Pkayer. LJl. 1 By faith I view the lonely place, Where Jesus bowed in prayer to God ; I see the sweat stream down His face. Yea, as it were great drops of blood ; THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR ; 2 I hear Him cry with knguid breath, With grief felt by no other one, " Father remove the cup of death, Though not my will, but Thine be done." 3 And yet, that cup was not removed. But, ah ! He drank it on the tree ; And by His death, He clearly proved That He loved man beyond degree, 4 His tender hands and feet were nailed, The blood gushed from His sacred veins ; But, soon. He over death prevailed, And bound the Prince of hell in chains. 5 Methinks I see Him pass away. His face all bathed in blood and tears; And, O, I hear Him sweetly say, '' Dcvspairing soul, dismiss thy fears ! 6 "For Ihave met the law's demands. Since on my head God's wrath was poured; And even now in my own hands, I hold strict justice's flaming sword. 7 "And that sword shall not pierce thy breast For in thy stead, I felt its stings ; So, thou canst now securely rest Beneath the shadow of my wings." OR, MISCELLANEOUS POETRY. 8 What a glorious rest indeed ! So then, let all to it repair ; For none shall ever suffer need, Who humbly make their dwelling there. Vain Man, thou Mayest now Laugh. L. M. 1 Alas! vain man, thou may'st now laugh. But, thou shalt weep in that great day. When even thou, just like the chaff, Shalt be forever swept away ! 2 Thou may'st now trample on the blood Of Him who loved thy soul so well ; But soon, the all-fierce wrath of God Shalt surely sweep thee into hell ! 3 And thou may'st now refuse to kneel Before the God that gave thee breath ; But thou shalt very shortly feel The keen pangs of "the second death!" 4 For God will not be mocked by thee, But, men shall reap just what they sow; So thou, through all Eternity, Shalt reap irretrievable woe ! 84 THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR ; 5 Ah ! wretched doom, but strictly just, Since Christ for thee once shed His blood : But, thou hast trampled in the dust, The bleeding mercy of thy God ! Vain Man, how Canst thou Meet thy Judge? S.M. 1 Vain man, how canst thou meet " The terrors of that day," When the heavens, dissolved by heat, Shall quickly pass away? 2 When earth, from pole to pole, Shall burn as the dry grass, Alas ! where shall thy naked soul Obtain a hiding place ? 3 And then thou need'st not say, " Ye waters, cover me ;" Because, in that tremendous day, "There shall be no more sea !" 4 And still thou need'st not say, " Ye great cliffs, fall on me ; " For they shall then have passed away — Then, oh! where shalt thou flee? OR, MISCELLANEOUS POETRY. 85 5 HoAV canst thou bear to see Thy Maker, face to face, Who has so kindly offered thee The riches of His grace ? 6 And oh ! how can thy heart Endure the piercing thought Of hearing Jesus say, " Depart ! Because I know thee not ! " 7 How can'st thou say farewell To those so dear to thee? How bear the surging flames of hell. Through all Eternity ! Vain Man, Why Wilt Thou Be Lost? S. 31 1 Vain man, why wilt thou sink To hell, that dark abode. Where thou forevermore shalt drink The unmixed wrath of God ? That He died for thy soul. Why bear the quenchless flame of hell. While etidless ages roll ? 86 THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR; 3 Why dost tlioii toil so hard, The flesh to satisfy ; And to thy soul pay no regard — Thy soul that can not die ? 4 The value of thy soul Shall be to thee best known, When Christ shall call the judgment roll, And cast thee from His throne ! 5 But then, too late, too late ! Will be thy bitter cry ; ■ So thou shalt enter hell's strong gate, And there forever die ! Vain Man, Forsake thy Caenal Mirth. L. M. 1 Vain man, forsake thy carnal mirth, And seek the welfare of thy soul ; For thou wilt know its real v/orth, When cast where flaming billows roll. 2 Compare the joys of this vain world With all the pains of black despair, To which thou surely must be hurled. To w^eep and wail forever there ! 2 Earth's pleasures can not long endure, For thou must soon lie in the clay ; OR, MISCELLANEOUS POETRY. Then, oh ! wliy dost thou not secure A treasure which fades not aAvay ? 4 Now, since thy precious soul has cost The death of God's all-lovely Son, Oh ! shall it be forever lost, In spite of all that Jle has done? 5 Oh ! no, poor sinner ; fly to-day To that great " fountain filled with blood ; And there Avash all thy sins away. And thus become an heir of God. Vain Man, Delay no More. *S'. 31 1 Vain man, delay no more To leave the paths of sin ; But, while Christ knocks at your heart's door, Oh ! let him enter in. 2 He holds salvation's cup, Purchased with His own blood ; And, oh ! will you refuse to sup With the dear Son of God ? 3 Think of the scoff^s and scorns Which He bore in your stead ; Think of the crown of rugged thorns That pierced His sacred head ! THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR ; 4 Think of His dying, too, "Nailed to the shameful tree;" Now, oh ! what more could Jesus do, To set poor sinners free ? 5 But, shall Jesus still knock At vour heart's door in vain ? Will vou be harder than the rocks Which His death rent in twain? 6 He will not always knock, If you refuse to hear ; But, ah ! the living God will mock, When Cometh all your fear. Were the Disciples Always in Battle Array ? L. M. 1 Were the disciples, of the Lord- At all times in battle array? Or did they not, with sweet accord Once wholly cease to watch and pray ? 2 Yes, 'midst that fatal night's alarms. Just ere their Captain was arraigned, They calmly slumbered on their arms, As though the great prize was obtained ! OR, 89 3 What ! could they not watch one short hour With Him who loved their souls so well? Or did He alone meet the power Of Satan, the great Prince of hell ? 4 Yes, for they left Him all alone, Exposed to many bitter foes ; Nor could e'en His most bitter groan Awake them from their calm repose ! 5 But, while He most bitterly wept, When bowed upon His feeble knees, His loved disciples sweetly slept. Seeming to be at perfect ease ! 6 Alas ! His sorrow was so great. While praying all alone to God, That He, when in that wretched state, SAveat, as it were, great drops of blood ! 7 Yet they came not to His relief. But still continued He to pray, Till angels, knowing of His grief, Came down and wiped His tears away. 8 Oh ! what a sacred, holy sight ! Angels on earth, man's dark abode, All clothed in long robes, clean and white, Cheering the weeping Son of God. 90 9 And oh ! what welcome guests, indeed, For they came at the very hour When Jesus did so greatly need The Spirit's all-sustaining power. 10 Then, having had His strength restored, He said, "Sleep on, and take your rest; For, soon shaH a glittering sword Be thrust into my tender breast!" 11 So, when they from sweet sleep arose, They forsook the dear Son of God ; And soon, one of His hitter foes Bathed a spear in His precious blood ! 12 Alas! how often I now sleep. Forgetting all Christ's dying love ; Which would cause the angels to weep, Could there be tears in Heaven above ! 13 But, while I slumber at my ease, Forgetting dark Gethsemane, He who wept there upon His knees, Pleads at the "great white throne" for me. 14 And may He never, never say, "Thou weary soul, close now thy eyes;" But may He help me watch and pray. Till I shall have won the great j)rize! OR, MISCELLANEOUS POETRY. 91 Why have we Furled the Blood-Stained Banner? S. 31. 1 Alas ! why have we furled The banner stained with blood ? All! have the cares of this vain world Choked out the Word of God ? 2 For we once loved to speak Of things which we saw not ; But since our faith has grown so weak, We shudder at the thought ! 3 We also loved to bow- Before the mercy -seat ; But, ah ! our love is so cold now, That we most seldom meet I 4 Yet, we pretend to ask A blessing on our food ; But worship is indeed " a task," And duty is " a load !" 5 Yea, we are so lukewarm, That we have no watch-tower ; Yet we have godliness in form, But we deny the power ! 92 THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR; 6 Tlie story of the cross Causes no tears to start ; Yet, we say " earthly gain" is dross, But, ah ! it rules the heart ! 7 For when we meet to pray, How formal are our prayers ; For we feel not a word we say. Because of this world's cares ! 8 How wretched is our lot — Who can describe it well ; For since we're " neither cold nor liot, We are the heirs of hell ! Thy quick'ning grace impart ; And with a Saviour's dying love, Oh ! fill every heart. We are All Swiftly Traveling to Eternity. L. 31. 1 Alas ! my friends and kindred dear Are swiftly crossing death's cold stream ; And death will soon stop my career, For life, at most, is but a dream ! OR, MISCELLANEOUS POETRY. 93 2 I've now seen five and twenty years ; Another spring is just in bloom ; But, ah!«liow soon shall bitter tears Bedew my dark and silent tomb ! 3 Many whom I in childhood knew, And some with whom I loved to roam. Have bidden earth a long adieu, And gone to their eternal home ! 4 And I was near the grave's deep shade, But God, in mercy, raised me up; While some, with whom I oft have played, Have long since drunk death's bitter cujd ! 5 Oh! how thankful I ought to be. That I have been so kindly spared ; "While into vast eternity, Many have gone all unprepared ! 6 So then, let me still watch and pray. Till my few years shall reach their sum. That God may not cast me away. When "the great day of wrath" shall come! 94 THE UNEXPECTED VISITOR; Who can Desceibe the Last Day ? L. M. 1 Alas ! what mortal can portray Tlie terrors of that dreadful day, When earth from pole to pole shall quake, And all the powers of heaven shake ! 3 Christ, the beginning and the end. Shall in the clouds of heaven descend, " Clothed with a vesture dipped in blood," Having the dreadful trump of God! 3 Then, all who now are in the grave, And all beneath the sea's cold wave. Yea, all the world, from zone to zone. Shall stand before the "great, white throne!" 4 And all who now mournfully dwell Deep in the dark abyss of hell, Shall rise, guilty of Jesus' blood. To meet a sin-avenging God ! 5 The earth, man's present dwelling place, Shall then burn as stubble or grass ; Great God, where shall the wicked flee, To hide their naked Boals from Thee? OR, MISCELLANEOUS POETRY. 95 G And the heavens, God's Word proclaims, Shall all be wrapped in surging flames ; And they, at His most dreadful voice. Shall pass away with a great noise ! 7 Alas! how shall my heart abide The coming of " the Crucified ?" For He, with all that happy choir, "Shall be revealed in flaming fire!" 8 Jesus, Thou mighty King of kings. Shield me beneath Thy snowy wings ; Since Thou hast bought me with Thy blood, Oh ! save me from the wrath of God ! THE Unexpected Visitor; 'R, MISCELLANEOUS POETRY, JOHN FRANCIS YANPELT NEIIx, OF NICHOLAS COUNTY, W. VA. CHARLESTON : E. T. Moore, printer, Skees' Hev^r Buildin 1878. ». '^'^^^^^^^^^rmm^ .f^M /^^Aaai ■Aaa^a^aaa^^^^ v"?fl6«^M^,.> , :. /^.^ aa ^ ^ a* m A/^AD./nA' r:/:^P^-/^A^^ Z^^,f^^4 "^'^'^' '^A-^^AAr^^A-AA, A/!M5'':''^«A^' A^iA^AX' 'A^r ■ 1^ ,^^;^^ i*AAr''';;A,«,A' ■/^^'^AA* ^>^^«s:A?:^^Q>vi^'^.