Daniel Webster Whittle Poems

Jesus is coming! O sing the glad word!
Coming for those He redeemed by His blood,
Coming to reign as the glorified Lord!
Jesus is coming again!
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There shall be showers of blessing:
This is the promise of love;
There shall be seasons refreshing,
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Dying with Jesus, by death reckoned mine;
Living with Jesus, a new life divine;
Looking to Jesus till glory doth shine,
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“Neither do I condemn thee,”
O words of wondrous grace;
Thy sins were born upon the cross,
Believe, and go in peace.
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Preach the Gospel, sound it forth,
Tell of free and full salvation;
Spread the tidings o’er the earth,
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Oh, day of awful story—
Jesus is dead!
Sad end to hope of glory—
Jesus is dead!
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I know not why God’s wondrous grace
To me He hath made known,
Nor why, unworthy, Christ in love
Redeemed me for His own.
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When God of old the way of life
Would teach to all His own,
He placed them safe beyond the reach
Of death, by Blood alone.
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Fierce and wild the storm is raging
Round a helpless bark,
On to doom ’tis swiftly driving,
O’er the waters dark!
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Sons of God, belovèd in Jesus!
O the wondrous word of grace;
In His Son the Father sees us,
And as sons He gives us place.
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