Of Being Like Christ
Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is.
Him eye to eye we there shall see,
Our face like his shall shine:
Oh, what a glorious company,
When saints and angels join!
Of a Glorious Body
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.
My flesh shall slumber, in the ground
Till the last trumpet’s joyful sound;
Then burst the chains, with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour’s image rise.
Of an Incorruptible Body
So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory.
Where then thy triumph, Grave? and where thy sting,
O sullen Death? what terror dost thou bring?
We burst thine iron band, and soar on high ~
Glory to Christ the Lord, who brings us victory!
Of Victory Over Satan
The God of peace shall bruise Satan under your feet shortly.
Now let my soul arise,
And tread the tempter down;
My Captain leads me forth
To conquest and a crown:
A feeble saint shall win the day,
Though death and hell obstruct the way.
Of the End of His Warfare
The time of my departure is at hand. I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith.
Oh most delightful hour by man
Experienced here below,
The hour that terminates his span
Of conflict and of woe!
Believer’s Confidence in God
My times are in thy hand: make thy face to shine upon thy servant: save me for thy mercies’ sake.
“My times are in thy hand,”
My God, I wish them there;
My life, my friends, my soul, I leave
Entirely to thy care.
Lead to Amendment of Life
I thought on my ways, and turned my feet unto thy testimonies. I made haste, and delayed not to keep thy commandments.
Thou art my portion, O my God;
Soon as I know thy way,
My heart makes haste to obey thy word,
And suffers no delay.
Of the Season of Conversion
Giving thanks unto the Father, which hath made us meet to be partakers of the inheritance of the saints in light: who hath delivered us from the power of darkness, and hath translated us into the kingdom of his dear Son.
Since the dear hour that brought me to thy foot,
And cut up all my follies by the root,
I never trusted in an arm but thine,
Nor hoped but in thy righteousness Divine:
Cast at thy glorious feet, mine only plea
Is what it was, dependance upon Thee.
Of Past Unprofitableness
For when ye were the servants of sin, ye were free from righteousness. What fruit had ye then in those things whereof ye are now ashamed?
Lord, I confess my numerous faults,
How great my guilt has been;
Foolish and vain were all my thoughts,
And all my life was sin.
