At the road’s end is the Master

With His hands in welcome stretched
He has spread the Supper table,
All the linen white is fetched.

At the journey’s end I’ll see Him,
And all fears will fast erase,
When He stands beside the Father,
With a smile upon His face.

Why do I rate such welcome?
Why with such kind grace received?
Nothing have I done to merit,
I have only just believed.

He took all the stripes intended
For my erring, sinful frame,
By believing, I’m receiving,
In the wonder of His Name.
— Reta Faiers
Rev. 19:9 “Blessed are those who are called unto the marriage supper of the Lamb.”


I have a friend so kind and true,
I want that you should know him too.
‘Tis Jesus Christ, God’s only Son,
Blessed Saviour, Holy One.

He suffered, bled and died for me,
From sin and shame to set me free.
Living again, my burdens He bears—
Ready and willing to answer my prayers.

And even in death I’ll have no fear,
For Jesus Christ is always near.
He’ll gently take me by the hand
And lead me safe to heaven’s land.

My Friend is standing at your door.
He’s been there many times before.
–Marjorie Lorene Buster


How Much I Owe
When this passing world is done,

When has sunk yon glowing sun,
When we stand with Christ in glory,
Looking o’er life’s finished story,

Then, Lord, shall I fully know—
Not till then—how much I owe.

When I stand before the throne,
Dressed in beauty not my own,
When I see Thee as Thou art,
Love Thee with unsinning heart,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know—

Not till then—how much I owe.


When the praise of heaven I hear,
Loud as thunder to the ear,
Loud as many waters’noise,
Sweet as harp’s melodious voice,
Then, Lord, shall I fully know—
Not till then—how much I owe.


William Pell, a well-known Christian leader, went to be with Christ March 30, 1972: “Absent from the body, with the Lord at Home.” Saved in early life, he was baptized soon after conversion, along with brother Peter, a very gifted evangelist. Owner and manager of the ”Folio Press”, he produced year after year the calendar, Choice Gleanings. In his life he exemplified the meaning of being instant in season and out of season and always abounding in the work of the Lord.
At his burial service a Scottish evangelist read the following lines which were found in Will Pell’s Bible:

And, brethren, when you gather
To lay my senseless clay
To rest among the tombstones
Until the break of day,
And when you roll the green turf
Above my lonely bed,
And wake the slumbering echoes
In the city of the dead.

Then preach the grace of Jesus
To all who gather round
And heave no sigh of sorrow
As you lay me in the ground:
But let the praise of Jesus
Upon the winds be borne–
An overture of blessing
On the resurrection morn.

So preach the glorious Gospel
When you carry forth my bier,
And tell them of the rapture
That left no room for fear,
And point them to the Saviour
Who bore my sins away,
And press them all to meet me
At the breaking of the day.

Even on earth, as though a glass
Darkly, let Thy glory pass,
Make forgiveness feel so sweet,

Make Thy Spirit’s help to meet.
Even on earth, Lord, make me know
Something of how much I woe.
— Robert Murray McCheyne


Five Minutes after I die

Thanks be to Jesus for pardon free,
He paid my debt on Mount Calvary’s tree,
Paradise’ gates will enfold even me,
Five minutes after I die.

O marvelous grace that has rescued me,
O joyous moment when Jesus I see,
O happy day when like Him I’ll be,
Five minutes after I die.

God help you to choose! Your eternal state
Depends on your choice, you dare not wait;
You must choose now; it will be too late
Five minutes after you die.


At every motion of our breath

Life trembles on the brink of death
A taper’s flame that upward turns
While downward to the dust it burns.

A moment ushered us to birth,
Heirs of the commonwealth of earth;
Moment by moment years are past,
And one ere long will be our last.

‘Twixt that, long fled, which gave us light,
And that which soon shall end in night,
There is a point no eye can see,
Yet on it hangs eternity.

Then I met Jesus,
And His perfect love cast out fear.
Because I rest in His arms and loving care,
I no longer fear those who can kill the body.
With His promise to provide for all my needs
When I put Him first in my life,
I drift off to pleasant sleep at night.
Since He took the punishment I deserved for my sins on the cross,
And released me from hell to live with Him forever,
My dreams are of heaven,
My questions are answered,
My life is filled with peace.


Each year nearly 16,000 people in the United Statescome to the conclusion that life isn’t worth living. Some take poison, others jump from bridges or apartment houses, while others resort to firearms. Are these people right? Is life worth living after all? Life is not worth living if you live it only for
Jay Gould, the multi-millionaire, said, “I am the most miserable man on this earth.” Ivan Krueger, wealthy head of the world’s largest monopoly, committed suicide.
“I walk up and down thinking I am happy and knowing I am not,” said the famous essayist, Charles Lamb. Stephen Foster, composer of “Old Black Joe,” “Swanee River” and other plantations songs, died a drunkard’s death at age 38. Edgar Allan Poe, famous poet, drank himself to death.
Napoleon died a lonely, horrible death on the Isle where he was exiled. Julius Caesar was assassinated. Hannibal took poison, Mussolini was executed.
After years of pleasure, Robert Burns wrote: “Pleasures are as poppies spread. You seize the flower, the bloom is shed.” Lord Byron, who lived a life of sinful pleasure, lived and died an unhappy man.
But life IS worth living if you live it for CHRIST.
The educated Apostle Paul said, “For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain” (Phil. 1:21). The uneducated Jerry MacAuley, “the river thief,” found such joy in living after he started to live for Christ that he established rescue missions to tell the good news that life is worth living when it’s lived for Jesus.
Yes, from all walks of life, people have found that a life for Christ is a life of joy. How does Christ make life worth living? First, He forgives all your sinful past. Second, He gives hope and help for the present (Phil. 4:19). Third, He promises everlasting life and an eternal home for you (John 14:2,3). Christ, who can save you from eternal death and make your life worth living, only asks one thing–obedience to Him.
Long ago, in the school of Socrates, it was customary at the beginning of the term for each student to bring him a present. After all the others had given their gifts, a very poor lad flung himself at the feet of the great teacher and said, “O Socrates, I give thee myself.”
What that one did, you can do now as a poor, lost and needy sinner. “O Christ, I give myself to Thee.”
If you do this in simple faith and in sincerity, Christ will make your life worth living.
–Nathanael Olson


The story is told of an out-of-town visitor to New York who got out of a subway train at Times Square. He asked the guard, “When I reach the surface, I want to find a certain street. Can you tell me where it is?”
The subway employee, with typical indifference, said, “Don’t ask me anything about up there, Mister. I don’t know anything about up there. I know all about down here but nothing about up there.”
A good many professing Christians are like that. Millions in our land care little about anything “up there”. Ignoring God, preoccupied with the material things of life, they are destroying our heritage of freedom.
At this Thanksgiving time, let our hears remember to thank God for eternal values, “the things up there.” Let us thank Him for His “Unspeakable Gift,” Jesus Christ, and all material and spiritual blessings through Him.
–W.T. Purkiser


The Weaver
My life is but a weaving

Between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.

Oft times He weaveth sorrow,
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I, the underside.

Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
— Grant Colfax Tullar