Where rain will never fall,
Where rivers never flow,
The land will stall and dry,
The fields will slowly die.
Where sun will never rise,
Where moon will never gleam,
The beasts with cries will cease,
While people scream and freeze.
Where scripture is not preached,
This scene is worst of all,
With vision leached men flee,
Seek self, the Fall, and blasphemy.
The Word of God – like honey sweet,
A treasure jewels could not complete,
Confounding sages when it speaks,
More powerful than missile fleets –
The very words of God to man,
The details of His gracious plan,
In words that we can understand,
You’re holding, careless, in your hands!
Why are you not in wonder seized?
What would it take for you to see,
Or melt in holy ecstasies,
Since God in blessing us is pleased?
Must you be hunted like a hare,
When you the love of God declare,
Must foes or tyrants’ anger flare,
And seek the gospel to impair,
Before you see the magnitude,
Of what the Lord has given you,
The very source of every truth,
Forgiveness from rebellion, too?
Thus we may all in Him abide,
Though foes may try to skin your hide,
Protected, by our Savior’s side,
Upheld, while devils curse and chide.
So in that doomed and dreadful day,
When God’s full justice is displayed,
His foes are speechless in dismay,
In heat of hell their skin decays.
Yes, they in total judgment wail,
Yet we will not in fear turn pale,
Before Him – wonder! – words now fail,
Eternal transport undetailed.
The Bride of Christ – the love He sends,
This nuptial suite we enter in,
He built while we reviled Him,
Embracing us who were in sin.
Oh, Christians, marvel then in this:
No sin can sully what is His.
Then claim the gracious gifts He gives,
And seize His perfect promises.
Three types of men of whom we read,
Subverting truth in these three ways:
Ungodly words and thoughts and deeds,
Pretend to grace while license seed,
And from Christ’s kingship turn away.
For they have turned to futile dreams,
In libertine defilement,
Who make their bodies full unclean,
Rebellion is the food they glean,
And on anarchy fully bent,
When Satan comes then to accuse,
Stoop not to disrespect your head,
For Michael, standing for the Jews,
Asked only that the Lord rebuke,
When incensed by what Satan said.
Stoop therefore not as foolish beasts,
Abusing all familiar things,
And always on their lusting feast,
While mocking what they can not see,
Swift judgment on them Jesus brings.
Beware of Cain whose bitterness,
Towards God led him to swiftly kill,
Beware of Balaam and his press,
Beware of Karah’s restlessness,
Licentious anarchy instilled.
Receive the words that Jesus gave,
Acknowledge Him as your true head,
For He alone has power to save,
And free us from rebellion’s grave,
And raise our spirits from the dead.