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Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Sing to the Lord

Under His Wings

Under his Wings I am safely abiding.
Tho' the night deepens and tempests are wild,
Still I can trust Him; I know He will keep me.
He has redeemed me, and I am His child.

Under His wings, under His wings,
Who from His love can sever?
Under His Wings my soul shall abide,
Safely abide forever.

Under His wings--what a refuge in sorrow!
How the heart yearningly turns to His rest!
Often when earth has no balm for my healing,
There I find comfort, and there I am blest.

Under His wings--O what precious enjoyment!
There will I hide till life's trials are o'er;
Sheltered, protected, no evil can harm me.
Resting in Jesus, I'm safe ever more.

William O. Cushing.

Deut. 32:1, "As an eagle stirreth up her nest,
fluttereth over her young, spreadeth abroad her wings,
taketh them, beareth them on her wings:"

W. O. Cushing: Minister and Hymn Writer

by Jacob Henry Hall
William CushingThe subject of this sketch, William Orcutt Cushing, was born in Hingham, Massachusetts, [United States], December 31, 1823. His parents were Unitarians, and his early training was along these lines, having studied with the Unitarian minister at his home town. William was a most noble and thoughtful boy, and when he became old enough to read the Bible and think for himself, he joined the Christian Church.
When eighteen years of age he decided to prepare for the ministry, feeling that he had a call from God to that work. After completing his education he entered upon the work for his Master. Mr. Cushing's first pastorate was at Searsburg, N.Y. While here he became acquainted with Miss Hena Proper, and was married to her February 4, 1854. She proved to be a great help to him in his gospel work. After serving at Searsburg for several years, he was at different times pastor at Auburn, Brooklyn, Buffalo, and Sparta, N.Y. During these years of faithful work, Mrs. Cushing's health failed; they then returned to Searsburg, where he again served as pastor for several years.
After a long illness through which he cared tenderly for her, Mrs. Cushing died July 13, 1870. Soon after her death, creeping paralysis seized upon Mr. Cushing, and he was compelled to retire from the ministry.
As a pastor, he was very successful, and dearly beloved by both old and young; he was also a great worker in the Sunday-school. After being incapacitated for active ministerial work, his prayer was, "Lord, still give me something to do for Thee!" In answer to this prayer he was permitted to write many of the world's best known gospel poems. Rev. W. O. Cushing wrote over three hundred hymns that have been set to music by some of the most distinguished composers of this country, including Dr. Geo. F. Root, Rev. Robert Lowry, Ira D. Sankey, H.P. Main and others. Perhaps the most widely known of his hymns are the following: "Ring the Bells of Heaven," "We are Waiting, We are Watching," "When He Cometh," " Hiding in Thee," "Do They Know?" "There'll Be No Dark Valley," "When Jesus Comes," "Down in the Valley," "Beautiful Valley of Eden," "I am Waiting by the River," "The Name of Jesus," "Fair is the Morning Land," "Gathering Home to the Silent Shore." His hymns have added a rich contribution to American hymnology, and are sung wherever the gospel in song may be found.
Mr. Cushing was a most noble, sweet spirited Christian gentleman. To know him was to love him. He was ever mindful of the suffering of others, but was oblivious to his own. It was a characteristic of his life to minister to the wants of others, and trust the Lord to supply his own. At one time he gave a thousand dollars, which was all he had, to a blind girl that she might secure an education. He was instrumental in the erection of the Seminary at Starkey, N.Y., and also gave material aid to the school for the blind at Batavia.
Mr. Cushing was poor in purse, but rich in spirit; homeless, but not friendless. The last thirteen years of his life were spent in the home of Rev. and Mrs. E. E. Curtis, Lisbon Center, N.Y. While living with these good people, he united with the Wesleyan Methodist Church. He died October 19, 1902. His life was an inspiration to all who knew him, and his death was that of the righteous.
Copied by Stephen Ross for WholesomeWords.org from Biography of Gospel Song and Hymn Writers by J. H. Hall. New York: Fleming H. Revell, ©1914.
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Friday, May 13, 2011

Don't Quit

 
"When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow--
You may succeed with another blow,
Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit."
~ Unknown

Sunday, May 8, 2011

The Rose

The dew of the morning still rests
On the small, dainty rose.
The sun glistens on its leaves
And God's love it quietly shows.

The rose is not strong, nor mighty,
It labors not in the cold;
But this beautiful rose is priceless,
And its value is far more than gold.

Some day this rose will bloom,
Its petals will open and shine;
But now it patiently waits
Until it is God's time.

O Christian, will you patiently wait,
Knowing God's timing is right-
Will you let Him mold a masterpiece,
So He can trust you in the fight?

Is your lvoe for God blooming
In a world that is parched and barren;
Are you giving others the Living Water,
Are you trusting the Rose of Sharon?

All rights and words of the Poem by Amber Martin Day, Missionary

Song of Solomon 2:1, "I [am] the rose of Sharon, [and] the lily of the valleys."

1.  Sharon = "a plain or level"  
2.  the district lying between the mountains of central Palestine and the Mediterranean Sea and north of Joppa
3) a district on the east of the Jordan around Gilead and Bashan