Whither Bound?

Passing onward, quickly passing;
   Yes, but whither, whither bound?
Is it to the many mansions,
   Where eternal rest is found?
Passing onward—
Yes, but whither, whither bound?

Passing onward, quickly passing,
   Nought the wheels of time can stay!
Sweet the thought that some are going
   To the realms of perfect day,
Passing onward!
Christ their Leader, Christ their Way.

Passing onward, quickly passing,
   Many on the downward road;
Careless of their souls immortal,
   Heeding not the call of God,
Passing onward!
Slighting still the Saviour's blood.

Passing onward, quickly passing,
   Time its course will quickly run;
Sinner, hear the fond entreaty
   Of the ever-gracious One—
"Come and welcome!
'Tis by Me that life is won."

The Lower Lights …

Brightly beams our Father's mercy
   From His lighthouse evermore,
But to us He gives the keeping
   Of the lights along the shore.

Chorus
Let the lower lights be burning!
   Send a gleam across the wave!
Some poor fainting, struggling seaman
   You may rescue, you may save.

Trim your feeble lamp, my brother:
   Some poor sailor tempest tossed,
Trying now to make the harbour,
   In the darkness may be lost.

You Must Have an Object

"Their idols are silver and gold, the work of men's hands. They that make them are like unto them; so is every one that trusteth in them. O Israel, trust thou in the Lord" (Psalm 115:4,8,9).

You cannot have a man living without an object, and whatever the object may be, it characterizes him. If it is money, he is a covetous man; if it is power, he is ambitious, and so on. But if I have Christ as the object of my love, I follow Him, and the Holy Spirit reveals to my heart the things that relate to Him.

—J.N.D.