By Elo Bowman
When the tempest rages round me
In a wild and stormy land,
And it seems I’m all forsaken,
Oft I barely yet can stand.
When the folks I counted loyal
Falter back and leave me lone,
Then I struggle feebly onward,
Though the storm more fierce has grown,
Oh, I must, I must remember,
We are mortals every one,
And perhaps they took for-granted
That I would not feel alone.
Or perhaps their strength has faltered,
Or perhaps their courage failed,
And they could not keep up longer
As the storm around them wailed.
I must take it all to Jesus,
He alone can understand.
He was once alone, forsaken,
Midst a mocking, wicked band.
Oh, perchance there is another
Standing lone, where I think not,
And he peers through gath’ring darkness,
Down the road – but I come not.
Oh, his eyes with tears are blinded,
And he scarce the torch can hold.
And he needs my prayers more earnest
As he struggles on t’ward Home.
Let’s remember that the prophet,
When he thought he stood alone,
God rebuked him, “Men by thousands
I have counted as my own.”
Let us never cease our praying
As we struggle on our way,
May we be united yonder,
In that blissful, endless day.
I Kings 19:18 “Yet I have left me seven thousand in Israel,
all the knees which have not bowed unto Baal”
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Christ Died For The Ungodly
by Horatius Bonar
The divine testimony concerning man is, that he is a sinner. God bears witness against him, not for him; and testifies that "there is none righteous, no, not one"; that there is "none that doeth good"; none "that understandeth"; none that even seeks after God, and, still more, none that loves Him (Psa. 14:1-3; Rom. 3:10-12). God speaks of man kindly, but severely; as one yearning over a lost child, yet as one who will make no terms with sin, and will "by no means clear the guilty." <continued>