Woodyatt, this Christmas I devote Some portion of my time to tell In humble verse what God hath wrought For us who're snatched as brands from hell.
The best of all my coaxing powers To lure the Muse I'll freely spend, Nor heed a whit the fleeting hours Until my pleasing task shall end.
For I have found a friend in thee, Such as I strove in vain to find For twenty years; and this may be A wonder to thy generous mind.
But so it is; and I would prize The gift my God has kindly sent, Nor quell the feelings which arise Within my breast, till life be spent.
So, while my unlearned lyre I take, Most gracious Muse, thy aid impart! Thou canst not at such time forsake Thy humble friend in this his Art.
No paltry theme shall form my lay To such a friend at such a time. Then let my thoughts in rich array Come forth in gently flowing rhyme.
Nor wealth nor earthly pleasures make The sum and substance of my song; Such themes let grovelling rhymsters take, Who write to please a worldly throng.
For him and me a better way Remains, and I will freely sing Of pleasures with most lustrous ray,— Of those which from religion spring.
And well indeed may'st thou, dear friend, Rejoice with me that God hath brought Such sinful creatures to attend Unto His voice who pardon brought.
I more than twice ten years have been Within the Way to Endless Life. Thou in the last few months hast seen That Way with richest blessings rife.
And now, when seated round our fires, Or when we take our walks abroad, We seem as one in strong desires To speak the praises of our God.
Big thoughts our kindred bosoms swell, Deep gratitude our ardor fires, Until we long for words to tell The fervency that Love acquires;
And ponder as so well we may Upon our present happy state Compared with that in which we lay — Objects of wrath at hell's dread gate.
We ask each other, Why is this? Why are we favored thus of God? Why are we made joint heirs of Bliss, Destined to dwell in His abode?
Quickly the answer comes to hand: Simply because of God's pure Grace. And does not Love like God's demand That we all seasons should embrace —
To speak to others of Christ's worth, That they with us may fully share The glories of our heavenly birth, The riches He can freely spare?
Then let us, brother, with our might, Work for Him while‘ tis called To-day; Looking above for strength, for light, Press forward in this thrice-blest way.
Let us dig deep into that mine Of hidden wealth stored in the Word, And with strong faith all else resign Just clinging solely to the Lord.
O, should our lives for years be spared, May not one word or thought or deed Unworthy God, be by us shared, Who are from Satan's bondage freed.
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