James Montgomery – The Lord Himself shall come

How shall we meet those eyes?
Ours on Himself we’ll cast,
And own ourselves the Saviour’s prize,
Mercy from first to last.

James Montgomery

1 The Lord Himself shall come,
And shout a quickening word;
Thousands shall answer from the tomb;
“For ever with the Lord”.

2 Then as we upward fly,
That resurrection-word
Shall be our shout of victory:
“For ever with the Lord”.

3 How shall we meet those eyes?
Ours on Himself we’ll cast,
And own ourselves the Saviour’s prize,
Mercy from first to last.

4 There with unwearied gaze
Our eyes on Him we’ll rest,
And satisfy with endless praise
Our hearts supremely blest.

5 Knowing as we are known,
How shall we love that word!
How oft repeat before the throne,
“For ever with the Lord!”

6 That resurrection-word,
That shout of victory!
Once more “For ever with the Lord,”
Amen, so let it be.

by James Montgomery (1771-1854)
v. 4 J. N. Darby 1800-82
S.M.

J N Darby – The Upward Way – Sing without ceasing, sing

SING without ceasing, sing
The Saviour’s present grace;
How all things shine
In light divine
For those who’ve seen His face.

J N Darby
SING without ceasing, sing
The Saviour’s present grace;
How all things shine
In light divine
For those who’ve seen His face.

He’s gone within the veil,
For us that place He’s won;
In Him we stand,
A heavenly band,
Where He Himself is gone.

There all’s unsullied light;
My heart lets in its rays,
And heavenly light
Makes all things bright,
Seen in that blissful gaze.

Such here on earth I am,
Though I in weakness roam;
My place on high,
God’s Self so nigh,
His presence is my home.

My heart is filled with bliss –
Heaven’s own eternal joys;
My soul at rest,
Of peace possessed,

That world its strength employs.
Thus, in divine delight
Of love so richly known,
God’s works below
With beauty glow;

His hand, His grace, I own.
And stayed by joy divine,
As hireling fills his day,
Through scenes of strife
And desert life
I tread in peace my way.

“All is a vain show around us; but that which is inside abides. When the heart gets hold of this fact, it becomes like one taken into the house to work for the day; performs the duties well, but passes through, instead of living in the circumstances . . . . The Lord keep us going on in simplicity, fulfilling as a hireling our day, till Christ shall come, and then shall every man have praise of God.”
J.N.D.

That way is upward still,
Where life and glory are;
My rest’s above,
In perfect love
The glory I shall share –

For ever with the Lord,
For ever like Him then –
And see His face
In that blest place,
My Father’s house in heaven.

John Nelson Darby (1800-82)

Written 1856
Most of the above are in Hymns for the  Little Flock 1962 and 1973 – No 12
S.M. (6.6.8.6)

J N Darby – French Letter No. 108 – A Saint taken to be with the Lord

Turin – November 1871

To Mr P

J N Darby
John Nelson Darby

Dear Brother,

If I revealed all the things that I know, I would have a lot to say; and do you know that the best means of keeping a secret is not to let it be seen that you have one? To act thus, the world deceives and speaks in a misleading way – not the Christian, because if he is content only to say what God wants him to say, he has only to be silent and if he is accustomed to acting thus, the thing becomes entirely simple …

Dear C has been taken. She left this world a very short time ago. Her husband was absent; he found her dead on his return. She died in peace; she had said, ‘I know that I am going to die, but I am peaceful: I do not say more’. There is the end of small proportions, but for some one of great proportions to this poor world.

God was revealed to her soul, then God has taken her; now she is in heaven. How histories are told in few words which on a small stage have indeed filled hearts with anxiety! If one passes through this world with God, one confides in Him, while suffering for the present things more than others suffer them. One passes through without disturbance because God is there; one is not even disturbed by anything; a soul more in heaven led by the faithful Shepherd, there is the true fact. Some souls are afflicted, this is natural in this world, as when a stone falls into the water: a little noise, some circles that spread out, then disappear. The water goes on as usual, flowing with the noise of its own. No sign of the stone remains, but there is a soul gathered to the Lord and who will no more go out of His presence! What an immense joy, what profound blessing! May the Name of the Lord be blessed. One has told me that her brother is much afflicted, that is understandable; her poor husband also surely needs our sympathies.

I will tell you, dear brother, that we are going to have, with God’s help, a study into the Word in Nîmes, for ten or twelve young brothers who have consecrated themselves more or less absolutely to the work, principally in the Ardèche, but also elsewhere.

I am in the north of Italy. I know enough of the language to explain the word of God, but I do not pretend to preach. In some weeks, I leave, God willing, for France. God has rather revived the brethren in Switzerland, and I believe that He does so in France too.

It is possible that I will come to America next summer. God knows.

I can no longer do journeys on foot, otherwise I work as usual, and I am better away from London than in this great city, but in his seventy-second year, one cannot think of doing what I did when younger.

Yours affectionately

Letter originally written in French, translated by Sosthenes, 2013
Click here for original – If you have any comments on the translation, feel free to let me know.

J N Darby – Lettre No. 107

Turin, novembre 1871

A M. P.

Cher frère,

Si je révélais toutes les choses que je sais, j’aurais beaucoup à dire ; et savez-vous que le meilleur moyen de ne pas trahir un secret, est de ne pas laisser voir qu’on en connaît un ? Pour agir ainsi, le monde trompe et parle d’une manière détournée, – non pas le chrétien, parce que s’il est content de ne dire que ce que Dieu veut qu’il dise, il n’a qu’à se taire, et s’il est habitué à agir ainsi, la chose devient toute simple…

Cette chère C. est délogée. Elle a quitté ce monde il y a très peu de temps. Son mari était absent ; il l’a trouvée morte à son retour. Elle est morte en paix ; elle a dit : “Je sais que je vais mourir, mais je suis tranquille : je n’en dis pas davantage.” Voilà la fin d’une minime partie, mais pour quelques-uns d’une grande partie de ce pauvre monde.

Dieu s’est révélé à son âme, puis Dieu l’a prise ; maintenant elle est dans le ciel. Que d’histoires se racontent ainsi en peu de mots, qui, sur une petite scène, ont rempli d’anxiété bien des cœurs ! Si l’on traverse ce monde avec Dieu, on se confie en lui, et tout en souffrant pour les choses réelles plus que d’autres n’en souffrent, on le traverse sans inquiétude, parce que Dieu est là ; on ne s’inquiète même de rien ; une âme de plus dans le ciel amenée par le fidèle Berger, voilà le vrai fait. Quelques âmes affligées, cela est naturel dans ce monde, comme lorsqu’une pierre tombe dans l’eau : un peu de bruit, quelques cercles qui s’élargissent, puis s’effacent, et l’eau continue, comme par le passé, à couler avec le bruit qui lui est propre. Nul signe de la pierre ne reste, mais il y a une âme recueillie auprès du Seigneur et qui ne sortira plus de sa présence ! Quelle immense joie, quelle profonde bénédiction ! Que le nom du Seigneur en soit béni. On me dit que son frère est bien affligé, cela se comprend ; son pauvre mari aussi a bien droit à nos sympathies.

Je vous dirai, cher frère, que nous allons avoir, Dieu aidant, une étude de la Parole à Nîmes, pour dix ou douze jeunes frères qui se consacrent plus ou moins absolument à l’œuvre, principalement de l’Ardèche, mais d’ailleurs aussi.

Je suis au nord de l’Italie. Je sais assez la langue pour expliquer la parole de Dieu, mais je ne prétends pas prêcher. Dans quelques semaines, je pars, Dieu voulant, pour la France. Dieu a passablement ranimé les frères en Suisse, et je crois qu’il le fait en France aussi.

Il se peut que je me rende en Amérique l’été prochain. Dieu le sait.

Je ne puis plus faire de courses à pied, autrement je travaille comme de coutume, et je suis mieux hors de Londres que dans cette grande ville, mais dans sa 72ème année, on ne peut penser à faire ce qu’on faisait plus jeune.

J N Darby – The Soul’s Desire – I’m Waiting for Thee, Lord,

I’M waiting for Thee, Lord,
Thyself then to see, Lord;
I’m waiting for Thee,
At Thy coming again.
Thy glory’ll be great, Lord,
In heavenly state, Lord;
Thy glory’ll be great
At Thy coming again.

 

6.6.11.6.6.11.

I’M waiting for Thee, Lord,
Thyself then to see, Lord;
I’m waiting for Thee,
At Thy coming again.
Thy glory’ll be great, Lord,
In heavenly state, Lord;
Thy glory’ll be great
At Thy coming again.

Caught up in the air, Lord,
That glory we’ll share, Lord;
Each saint will be there,
At Thy coming again.
How glorious the grace, Lord,
That gave such a place, Lord;
It’s nearing apace,
At Thy coming again.

We’ll sit on Thy throne, Lord,
Confessed as Thine own, Lord,
Of all to be known
At Thy coming again;
But glory on high, Lord,
Is not like being nigh, Lord,
When all is gone by,
At Thy coming again.

The traits of that face, Lord,
Once marred through Thy grace, Lord,
Our joy’ll be to trace
At Thy coming again;
With Thee evermore, Lord,
Our hearts will adore, Lord,
Our sorrow’ll be o’er
At Thy coming again.

But, better than all, Lord,
To rise at Thy call, Lord,
Adoring to fall,
At Thy coming again;
With Thee, clothed in white, Lord,
To walk in the light, Lord,
Where all will be bright
At Thy coming again.

For ever with Thee, Lord,
And like Thee to be, Lord,
For ever with Thee,
At Thy coming again;
I’ll live in Thy grace, Lord,
I’ll gaze on Thy face, Lord,
When finished my race,
At Thy coming again.

I’ll talk of Thy love, Lord,
With Thee there above, Lord,
Thy goodness still prove,
At Thy coming again.

J N Darby, 1881

Edited version in Little Flock Hymn Book  (1962, 1973) – No 19

 

J N Darby – Love Displayed – We’ll Praise Thee, Glorious Lord, Who Died to set us Free

Soon wilt Thou take Thy throne,
Thy foes Thy footstool made,
And take us with Thee for Thine own –
In glory love displayed!

Jesus, we wait for Thee,
With Thee to have our part;
What can full joy and blessing be
But being where Thou art!


S.M.

WE’LL praise Thee, glorious Lord,
Who died to set us free;
No earthly songs can joy afford
Like heavenly melody!

Love that no suffering stayed
We’ll praise – true Love divine;
Love that for us atonement made;
Love that has made us Thine.

Love in Thy lonely life
Of sorrow here below;
Thy words of grace, with mercy rife,
Make grateful praises flow!

Love that on death’s dark vale
Its sweetest odours spread,
Where sin o’er all seemed to prevail
Redemption glory shed.

And now we see Thee risen,
Who once for us hast died,
Seated above the highest heaven,
The Father’s Glorified.

Soon wilt Thou take Thy throne,
Thy foes Thy footstool made,
And take us with Thee for Thine own –
In glory love displayed!

Jesus, we wait for Thee,
With Thee to have our part;
What can full joy and blessing be
But being where Thou art!

J N Darby, 1881

Edited version in Little Flock Hymn Book  (1962, 1973) – No 235