Ernest G. Haines

I Have Christ, What Want I More?

The Gospel of your Salvation, the application. There are others as well.   I Have Christ, What Want I More? In the heart of London City, Mid the dwellings of the poor, These bright golden words were uttered, “I have Christ, what want I more.” By a lonely dying woman, Stretched upon a garret floor, Having not one earthly comfort, “I have Christ, what want I more.” ...

Repentance

Repentance is to leave the sins I loved before and show that I in earnest grieve by doing so no more. Tis not enough to say I am sorry and repent. Yet still we go on from day to day just as we always went.   REPENTANCE: a change of opinion regarding a past sinful line of thought and action causing deep sorrow and a change of heart and resolution constraining to an enunciation of sin both in thought and action and to a prosecution of a Holy Life. To think again, ...

John 10:26

Salvation from my Jesus flows; His covenant must forever stand. Nor can the fiercest of my foes Force me from His Almighty hand. Surely any soul, by such a Savior blest, Cannot despair of Everlasting Rest.   If asked what of Jesus I think, Though still my best might are but poor, I say, He’s my meat and my drink, my life, my strength and my flow, My Shepherd, My Guardian, My friend, My Savior from si...

What Think Ye of Christ

(1) What think ye of Christ is the test, To try both your state and your scheme. You cannot be right in the rest Unless you think rightly of Him, As Jesus appears to your view, As He is beloved or not, So God is disposed toward you, And mercy or wrath is your lot.   (2) Some take Him a creature to be, A man or an angel at most: Sure these have not feelings like me, Nor know themselves a wretched a...

Nothing To Pay, To Do, or To Fear

It is finished—John 19:30   Nothing to pay? No, not a whit: Nothing to do? No not a bit: All that was needed to do or to pay, Jesus has done in His own blessed way. Nothing to do? No, not a stroke: Gone is the captor, Gone is the yoke: Jesus at Calvary severed the chain, And none can imprison His freeman again.   Nothing to fear? No, not a jot; Nothing within? No, ...

Present and Future

We live not in our moments or our years, The present we fling from us, like the rind of some sweet future Which we after find better to taste, or bind it in with fears Or water it well beforehand with our tears, Vain tears for that which never may arrive; Meanwhile the joys whereby we ought to live Neglected or unheeded disappear, Wiser it were To welcome and make ours; whate’er of good, tho’ small The pre...

The Servant's Path in the Day of Rejection

(1) Servant of Christ, stand fast amid the scorn Of men who little know or love thy Lord; Turn not aside from toil; cease not to warn, Comfort and teach. Trust Him for thy reward; A few more moments’ suffering, and then Cometh sweet rest from all thy heart’s deep pain.   (2) For grace pray much, for much thou needest grace, If men thy work deride, what can they more do. Christ’s weary foot thy path on earth doth trace ...

Horace

If Horace, a heathen, Could compare the differences of fortune To the sailing thro’ life, Only in a larger or small vessel; Why then should the Christian Be anxious about the Gilding of his Boat, Or the beauty of its form? The haven should be most of all in his eye. ...

Presents

You want to be making presents; Well now just think awhile; Suppose you look in the glass dear, And present yourself with a smile. Then make up a bundle of troubles And give them away to the past He owns such a croony old junk shop Where worn out worries are cast. And then give praise to the best things In the people you meet this year; And when you are hurt by folly And faults of...

Suddenly

Quite suddenly, at the turning of the lane Where I stand to watch the skylark so as from out of the swelling grain Then the Trump of God shall thrill me with its call so loud and clear And I am called away to meet Him, whom of all I hold so dear   Quite suddenly, it may be in His house I bend my knee When the Kingly voice, long hoped for comes at last to summon me And the fellowship of ...
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