The Man Who Died For Me

Some speak to me of Heaven, and its bright and boundless store;
Of great exceeding glory, and its pleasures evermore.
But sweeter—far, far sweeter—is the thought that I shall see
The Man who stood in Pilate's hall—the Man who died for me.

They tell me of its pearly gates, all gleaming, pure and fair;
And of the crowns of glory, and the robes the ransomed wear.
But ah! what beauty, or what joy, could all these glories be
If I looked in vain for Christ, my Lord—the Man who died for me?

The Man who wore the crown of thorns, and bore for me the Cross;
For Him—the one who's won my heart—I count the world but loss.
And through my darkest hours a gleam of gold I ever see—
'Tis the hope that, by and by, I'll see—the Man who died for me.

—Author Unknown

THERE IS NOTHING that will do more to make the Bible an open Book and OBEDIENCE—doing what it tells you to do; there is nothing that will more quickly make the Bible a closed Book than DISOBEDIENCE to any known commandment in the Book. One verse of the Bible OBEYED will open us to a hundred other verses; one verse of the Bible DISOBEYED will close the whole Book!

—R.A.T.