Poems and Devotional Readings

The Song of Moses and the Lamb

Have you heard the new song? that most beautiful song,
The song which the saints now may sing—
How the old harp of Moses and sweet flute of John
With harmonious melody ring?

‘Tis the song of the Lamb once by Moses foretold,
In the symbols and types of God’s law;
As the dawn of the day doth those symbols unfold,
We behold what we ne’er before saw,

O! what visions of glory are brought to faith’s view,
Of glory which all soon shall see;
For the great King of Glory shall make all things new,
And O! what rejoicing there’ll be.

Thy works great and marvelous, Almighty Lord,
Are glorious indeed in our sight;
Thy ways just and true, Thou blest King of the world,
We acknowledge are perfectly right.

O! who shall not filially fear Thee, O Lord,
And Thy righteous ways own as the best?
Soon all nations shall worship and praise before Thee,
When Thy judgments are made manifest.

Tune your voices, ye saints, for this glorious strain,
And earth shall with melody ring;
Let the grand "harp of God" loudly swell the refrain,
For tributes of praise all may bring.

God’s Word is that harp, which has long been unstrung,
And men heard but discordant its notes;
Now as tuned are its chords from Moses to John,
How grandly sweet melody floats.

It will float o’er the world in a rapturous strain,
Of glory and peace and good will,
And all then shall hear and may join the refrain
And joy shall the hearts of all thrill.

The Red Sea Place in Your Life

Have you come to the Red Sea place in your life,
Where, in spite of all you can do,
There is no way out, there is no way back,
There is no other way but—through?
Then wait on the Lord with a trust serene,
Till the night of your fear is gone,
He will send the wind, He will heap the floods,
He says to your soul, "Go on!"

And His hand will lead you through—clear through—
Ere the watery walls roll down,
No foe can reach you, no wave can touch,
No mightiest sea can drown;
The tossing billows may rear their crests,
Their foam at your feet may break,
But over their bed you may walk dry shod,
In a path that your Lord will make.

In the morning watch, ‘neath the lifted cloud,
You shall see but the Lord alone,
Where He leads you on from the place by the sea, T
o the land that you have not known;
And your fears shall pass as your foes have passed,
You shall be no more afraid;
You shall sing His praise in a better place,
A place that His hand has made.

—Annie Johnson Flint

"What Is That in Thine Hand?"

"And the Lord said unto Moses, What is that in thine hand?"
—Exodus 4:2

If any man would be more abundantly used of the Lord in His blessed service, let him seek first to be fitted for it more and more. Let him imitate that beloved and honored servant, Moses, in meekness, humility, energy and untiring zeal and self-sacrificing service of the Lord. But the wise steward will seek always to cultivate along the lines of his natural abilities, and not expect the Lord to work a miracle for his advancement, and so waste valuable time seeking to develop that which he does not by nature possess.

—Manna, November 26