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The Glory Forever
by
Martha Snell Nicholson
Author of Wings and Sky, Threshold of Heaven, In Heaven's Gardens, and Ivory Palaces
This volume also contains a few selections by Howard Wren Nicholson
Dedicated to the precious friends, known and unknown, Who hold me up in prayer; And to my little namesake Martha Lisa Manion. May God tenderly bless her.
Grateful acknowledgment of permission to reprint is made to Christian Victory Magazine, Christian Life, Sunday School Times, Brethren Missionary Herald, Moody Monthly, and others.
Copyright @ 1949
Moody Press Chicago, Illinois
edited for Our Final Authority by Baptist Bible Believer in the spirit of the Colportage ministry of a century ago
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"Buy the truth, and sell it not; also wisdom, and instruction, and understanding" (Proverbs 23:23) PREFACEHere again we have God's sweet songbird adding to our debt, already great, in ministering to us through the verses making up this little volume. As the churches of Macedonia, “in a great trial of afflic-tion, the abundance of their joy, and their deep poverty, abounded unto the riches of their liberality,” so this beloved sufferer has been wonderfully used of God, comforting many of her fellow sufferers in all their tribulation, that they in turn, “may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith” they themselves “are comforted of God.” I count it a high privilege to commend these messages of hope to the children of God everywhere. Keeping looking up. William L. Pettingill, D. D. LIST OF POEMSTHE GLORY FOREVER “I GO TO PREPARE A PLACE FOR YOU'' SONG . . . HE IS COMING REVELATION THE SECRET PLACE TWO THINGS REST “ENDURING AS SEEING HIM WHO IS INVISIBLE” OUR SUFFERING GOD ANTICIPATION THANKSGIVING SICKROOM THE SHADOW OF THE ALMIGHTY ONE LESS MEDITATION TO MY CANARY IN TIME OF TROUBLE PRAYER OF A SHUT-IN THE THORN FAITH COSTLY PRAISE TWENTY-THIRD PSALM “FOOTPRINTS ON THE SANDS OF TIME” THE CUP SORROW DOES NOT WALK ALONE PATMOS BARABBAS MANGER SCENE ANNA TO A SCIENTIST “AND PETER” INN KEEPER LAZARUS THE CARPENTER JOHN SON OF THE WIDOW OF NAIN RICH MAN AND LAZARUS LYDIA ON THE WAY TO GOLGOTHA A LITTLE MAID ZACCHAEUS TRIUMPHAL ENTRY PILATE'S WIFE HIS HUMBLE HOME UPON A LITTLE HILL THE SECOND FEAST ELISABETH ANGEL AT THE TOMB EDEN THE RAPTURE I AM GOING HOME TO GLORY SONG — PARDON, PEACE AND POWER CALVARY INTERLUDE THE LORD DOTH GO BEFORE THEE HOW BLACK IS SIN? EITHER WAY I WIN SON OF MAN THEY LOOKED UNTO HIM AND WERE LIGHTENED MY FATHER THINK OF THE WONDER VERSE FOR A CHILD HERITAGE FROM THE LORD ADVICE TO A YOUNG MAN THE BETTER GIFT TO LIN TREY CHEN HOLY GROUND TO AN UNBORN CHILD TENDER PICTURE FOR A LITTLE GIRL THE INARTICULATE TO A MOTHER-IN-WAITING FIRST DOLL THE BENT TWIG AFRAID OF GOD? A MEMORY SECURITY AN APPRECIATION RENDEZVOUS SEVEN DAYS DESERT SONG DESK-TIED HIS BEAUTY THE OLD EARTH SUNSHINE AFTER RAIN HE DIED ALONE FOR WHOM HE DIED SIMPLY THIS WHO WALKS IN DARKNESS DAYS TO COME PRESS UPON MY HEART THE BATTLE IS THE LORD'S THE TONGUE ETERNAL SECURITY AT EVENING “THEY WALKED NO MORE WITH HIM” GOLDEN VIALS JOINT HEIR WITH CHRIST FORETASTE THE HILLS OF HOME COMMENTS TEACH ME TO WALK ALONE NOT ALONE LONGING PRAYER SWIFT JOURNEY TWILIGHT FORGOTTEN LAUGHTER MENDICANT JASPER WALLS ENOUGH HOME MARRIAGE A DAY IN JUNE FALLING LEAVES WARRIOR COMING HOME SOMETIMES I WONDER GUARDIAN ANGELS THE WAY TO PEACE APART THE MESSAGE EXPLANATION TODAY TOGETHER MY CUP RUNNETH OVER REMEMBRANCE I WOULD NOT “LIKE HIM” BESIDE THE GATE ENOUGH WAITING SURCEASE OUR YEARS THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE SAINTS LETTER TO MY HUSBAND A TRIBUTE TO MY HUSBAND LORD LET ME NOT FORGET HIS PRECIOUS PROMISES[/b]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2011 8:37:43 GMT -6
THE GLORY FOREVER
Thine is the kingdom and the power, Thine is the glory-forever, Lighting the earth and the sea and the sky With splendor which fadeth never.
Thine is the beauty of holiness, Of love beyond comprehending; Thine is the grace that is boundless, free, When the suppliant knee is bending.
Mine are the empty hands outstretched, Thine are the gifts down-dropping; Mine is the cruse which Thou dost fill, Pouring, and never stopping.
Thine is the kingdom and the power, And the glory which fadeth never. Mine is the broken and contrite heart Laid at Thy feet forever!
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Post by Murph on Jan 24, 2011 10:21:19 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2011 9:46:56 GMT -6
“I GO TO PREPARE A PLACE FOR YOU''
My earthly home has loveliness to spare— This lush green grass, these trees, the living air
Which touches me with light caress. At noon The good sun warms me, and at night the moon
Spreads silver magic to delight the eye, While earth is roofed with star-pricked velvet sky.
All this my Lord's hands made in but six days: Vast towering mountain peaks which dare to raise
Their heads into the blue; the rolling sea, The tiny flower, the bird, the knowing bee,
And man himself! Six days creating it! Earth's beauty all about me, here I sit
With hushed, awed soul, and dare to dream of how Those hands of my dear Lord are busied now.
Untrammeled by the bounds of hemispheres, Freed from horizons, for two thousand years
His hands have been preparing it for me, My home! O wondering heart, what can it be?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2011 9:08:13 GMT -6
SONG . . . HE IS COMING
There is singing, singing, singing, In my happy heart today, For the Son of God is coming, And the skies prepare His way!
There is ringing, ringing, ringing, Like a chime of golden bells, With each single bell rejoicing In the story that it tells!
There is soaring, soaring, soaring, Like a lark's song at the dawn, When the morning light is breaking And the long dark night is gone!
Through the opened skies the glory From God's throne is pouring down; All the hosts of heaven rejoicing That the Lord comes for His own!
CHORUS
He is coming, coming, coming; We shall see His blessed face; We shall live with Him in glory, Ransomed sinners, saved by grace!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2011 8:26:09 GMT -6
REVELATION
The heavens declare the glory of God; The cross revealeth His grace. The firmament showeth His handiwork — But Calvary unveils His face.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2011 12:34:04 GMT -6
From, the Gospel of John by F. B. Meyer, and fitting that it should be spoken of Martha . . . our poet friend.
“Accept,” says the Emperor Marcus Aurelius, “everything that happens to thee, even if it seem disagreeable, because it leads to the health of the universe; for God would not lay on any man that which he suffers, if it were not useful for the continuance and perfection of the whole.” It is probable that no one suffers nobly without in some degree ministering to the glory of God in the well-being of others.
Let those who live to suffer, who lie all day in pain, and all night in utter weariness, take heart! In some way that passes our thought they too are fulfilling a useful and blessed office to the entire family of man.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2011 7:55:00 GMT -6
THE SECRET PLACE
There is a secret place wherein My weary soul may rest, Safe-shadowed by the Lord Most High, Close-cradled on His breast.
A place where I may drop my load Of pain and grief and fears, Forgetting all in love of Him Who wipes away my tears.
How many dusty roads and long My pilgrim feet have trod, Searching, but never finding out, This secret place of God!
Until at last I met my Lord, And found, one blessed day, That though He was the Journey's End, He was Himself the Way!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2011 7:43:28 GMT -6
TWO THINGS
If any man could save himself, Then why did Jesus die? The Son of God nailed to a cross Against a darkened sky!
Two things alone could take Him there: Desperate necessity, And love which chose this only way Of saving you and me!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2011 8:44:24 GMT -6
REST
At evening when the lamps are lit The child comes home to rest, And mother draws the weary head Close to her tender breast.
Thy glory, Lord, fills all the earth, But sometimes I need most The precious pillow of Thy breast . . . A wandering child, and lost
In fogs of grief and pain and fear, I come at last to Thee, And oh Thy bosom, Lord, I find Peace and security.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2011 10:03:04 GMT -6
“ENDURING AS SEEING HIM WHO IS INVISIBLE”
Enduring? Yes, but not alone, Not stumbling through my night, But clinging to that One who is My strength, my life, my light.
Although my rocky road winds on Through valleys of despair, Or desert lands, through flood or storm, My Lord is always there.
The strong and lovely Son of God Has never left my side; Mine but to put my hand in His And trust that radiant Guide.
O praise God for this gift of faith: Though eyes of flesh grow dim I still behold my Lord, and thus Endure as seeing Him!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2011 9:46:16 GMT -6
OUR SUFFERING GOD
We often speak of how, because of sin, Mankind has suffered sore; But have you ever thought of this, my friend, That GOD has suffered more?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2011 9:38:00 GMT -6
ANTICIPATION
Perhaps this seems a foolish thing Of long ago, young love, and spring: I saw my lover on the street, And in my heart I felt a sweet But wrenching pang, as suddenly My heart went on ahead of me To meet the heart of him halfway. It seems it was but yesterday.
And now my life is nearly done. I watch and wait and long for One Who comes. O Lover of my soul, It seems that I can scarce control My eagerness. And suddenly My heart goes on ahead of me, I feel it leave my breast and soar To meet Thee there at heaven's door.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2011 8:27:38 GMT -6
THANKSGIVING
My song of praise from grateful heart: “I thank Thee, Father, that Thou art!”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2011 10:01:57 GMT -6
SICKROOM
My prison cell is open at the top, And so I do not care That guarding walls press close, and that there are No doors nor windows there.
My prison cell is open at the top, And far and far away Beyond a billion million teeming suns I let my fancy stray.
For from my bed, as I look upward, the Rectangle of my walls Becomes for me a magic open frame Through which God's splendor falls.
And so His glory fills my little room! I do not mind at all When walls press close. And some day I shall hear At last His clarion call,
“Come home, My bride!” And swift as light, I'll soar And leave this prison cell, And my small room, wide open at the top, Will be an empty shell!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2011 7:29:45 GMT -6
THE SHADOW OF THE ALMIGHTY
I wanted to live in the sunlight of God, But He placed me in shade instead, And bitter repining was on my tongue, And many the tears I shed.
But now my heart knows a deep content. My Father has made it clear That if God's shadow is over me, Then God Himself must be near!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2011 9:43:02 GMT -6
ONE LESS
“Too many and too much,” — sometimes I spoke like this of pain; But I can think of each, that one Will never come again!
And each one brings me nearer to The day I shall go home. Perhaps it may be through the grave, Perhaps my Lord may come.
How many days and how much pain I know not, but He knows; I only know I can rejoice As each one comes—and goes!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2011 7:43:57 GMT -6
MEDITATION
I may be shut within a cage, But I can sing! And although pain has clipped it, still, I have a wing!
And though my stubborn joints have made It hard to walk, Yet I am glad, (but are my friends?), That I can talk!
I may not like this bitter cup Which I must quaff, But when I get it down at last I still can laugh!
Sometimes the hours are very long, But as day ends I count my letters and thank God For precious friends.
I cannot preach before a crowd, I cannot sway With eloquence an audience, But I can pray!
I cannot climb into a car And fare abroad, But it is very lovely here, Alone with God.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2011 8:28:20 GMT -6
TO MY CANARY
Little winged comrade, you lie in my hand With a quietness hard to understand.
All of our days were music-filled. How can your song be forever stilled?
Strange are these mysteries we cannot know: Why did you leave me, where did you go?
Small golden songster, not even for me Would you be forgetting that birds should be free?
Little winged spirit, in distant blue skies Are you dipping and soaring in glad surprise,
Freed from the bars of your cage at last? — Ah, when my prisoner days are past
The door of my cage will be opened too, And I shall be blithe, and as free as you!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2011 8:01:46 GMT -6
IN TIME OF TROUBLE
Do not fret God lives yet; Do not try to understand.
Only rest, That is best, In the shadow of His hand.
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