Tonight I want to draw to a conclusion
a series of talks on worship, which I
have been trying to give.
And you know the text has been the
two, one from the old and one from
the new.
So shall the king greatly desire thy beauty,
for he is thy lord, worship thou him.
Then in Peter's words in the 10th chapter
of Acts, he is lord of all.
Tonight I want to read from the Song
of Solomon, Solomon's Song, chapter 5, verse 8
and following.
I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if
you find my beloved, that you tell him
I am sick of love, that is, I
am lovesick.
And they ask her, what is thy beloved
more than another beloved, O thou fairest among
women?
What is thy beloved more than another beloved,
that thou dost so charge us?
She replies, my beloved is white and ruddy,
the cheapest among ten thousand.
His head is as the most fine gold,
his locks are bushy and black as a
raven.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves
by the rivers of waters, washed with milk
and thickly set.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices,
as sweet flowers, his lips like lilies dropping
sweet-smelling myrrh.
His hands are as gold rings set with
beryl, his belly as a bright ivory overlaid
with sapphire.
His legs are as pillars of marble set
with sockets of fine gold.
His countenance is as leaven and excellent as
the cedars.
His mouth is most sweet, yea, he is
altogether lovely.
This is my beloved, and this is my
friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
Now the song of Solomon, sometimes called canticle,
it is another word for song, is a
song of love.
It is the song of the shepherd and
his fair young bride-to-be, and a
rich and worldly rival that is seeking to
draw her away from her shepherd-lover.
And then, after much dialogue and unutterably beautiful
poetry, it is summed up in 8-7.
It says, Many waters cannot quench love, either
can the floods drown.
If a man would give all the substance
of his house for love, it would utterly
be content.
That is the sum of it.
The strong melody of love that runs through
this is heard sounding all through to the
climax.
Now our Lord Jesus Christ is the shepherd.
This has been believed by the Church from
the beginning, and the redeemed Church is the
fair bride.
And in an hour of distress, she tells
the daughters of Jerusalem, If you find my
beloved, tell him that I am sick of
yearning for him.
And of course, they ask her the question,
Why do you come to us like this?
We have boyfriends too.
We know a lot of fine young men.
What is it about your beloved, more than
any other beloved?
You would send us out over the country
hunting him up to tell him the bride
is sick of love.
Then she answers him, My beloved is white
and ruddy, and this is my beloved, and
he is altogether lovely.
This is my beloved, and this is my
friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.
To that question, What is thy beloved more
than another?
David also answers in the 45th Psalm.
He says, He is fairer than the children
of men.
Grace is poured forth from his lips, and
he rides forth in might and glory and
majesty and prosperity and meekness and righteousness, and
his throne is forever and ever.
He goes on to describe him in what
he calls a good matter, touching the king.
His pen is the pen of a ready
writer.
His tongue is the pen of a ready
writer.
Then Peter rises higher than all of them
put together, this apostle, and simply says in
one great broad sweep, He is Lord of
all.
Now, this is our beloved.
This is the one that we have been
born to worship.
This is the one that God made us
to worship.
Let's talk a little bit about what he
is the Lord of.
I have already, of course, over the nights
preceding this, have talked about his being Lord
of life and Lord of being and so
on.
Now I speak of his being Lord of
wisdom briefly.
He is Lord of wisdom, and in him
is hidden all wisdom and all knowledge.
It is hidden away, and all the deep
eternal purposes are his.
Because of his perfect wisdom, he is enabled
to play the checkers across the board of
the universe and across the board of time
and eternity, making everything work out right.
I don't mind saying to you, dear people,
that if all I knew of Christianity was
what I'm hearing these days, mostly, I don't
think I'd be too interested.
I don't think I'd be much interested in
a Christ that was always trying to get
something out of, always something.
You don't have it, and he had it,
and you go to him and you get
it.
Now, that is a part of the Bible,
of course, but it is rather the lower
side of it.
The higher side of it is who he
is and who we're called to worship.
What is thy beloved?
Not a word was said there about what
he had for her, but just the fact
that he was something.
She described him in language that could be
indelicate in her passionate outpouring.
What is your beloved?
Why, she said, he's white and ruddy, he's
cheapest among ten thousand, and his eyes are
like the eyes of doves by the rivers
of water washed with milk and fiddly set,
and his cheeks are a bed of spices,
and his lips like lilies dropping sweet-smelling
myrrhs, and mouth is sweet gaze altogether lovely.
And she didn't say, why, don't you know
why I love him?
Because when I'm tired he rests me, and
when I'm afraid he takes my fear away,
and when I want a job he gets
it for me, and when I want a
bigger car I ask him, and when I
want to have health he heals me, and
now he helps his people.
And I believe, and the young man here
tonight who prayed a year for a car
and God gave it to him, I believe
in that.
I believe that God does those things for
people.
First few years of my ministry if I
couldn't pray and ask God for things I'd
have starved to death, and not only that,
dragged my wife down with me.
So I believe in answered prayer, all right,
but then that's not all, and certainly that's
not even, that's the lowest section of it.
He is the lord of all wisdom, and
he is the lord of the father of
the everlasting ages.
Not the everlasting father as it says in
our King James version, the father of the
everlasting ages.
He lays out the ages as an real
estate development man lays out a small town
and then builds, as our friend Buckles did
down here, lays it out and then builds
hundreds of houses on it.
So he is not dealing with buildings and
local developments, he's dealing with the ages.
And he is the lord of all wisdom,
and because he's perfect in wisdom he is
able to do this.
And history is the slow development of his
purpose, as you see.
You take a house that's being built, the
architect has drawn it down to the last
tiny little dot and a tiny little x.
He knows everything about it, it's right in
his name at the bottom.
He turned it over to the contractor and
he has farmed it out to the electrician
and the plumber and all the rest.
And you go down by there sometime and
you say casually, I wonder what that's going
to be.
It's a mess now.
There it is, there's a steam shovel in
there with his great ugly nose plowing out
a hole and throwing it up on the
bank or into tracks to haul away.
And they're unloading bricks there.
It's just a confused conglomeration of this and
that.
And you say, what's this?
And then you come back by there six
or eight or ten months later and you
see a charming house there.
The landscapers have even been in and the
trees, the evergreens are standing there with little
green spikes beside the windows.
It's a beautiful thing.
And a child playing on the lawn.
Well, we ask you to believe, my friends,
that the Father of the Everlasting Ages, the
Lord of all wisdom, has laid out his
plans and he is working toward them.
And you and I go by and we
see a church all mixed up and we
see her sore distressed by schisms, rent asunder
by heresy, distress.
We see her backslidden in one part of
the world and we see confusion in another
part of the world.
And we shrug our shoulders and say, what
is thy beloved anyway?
What is all this?
And the answer is, he is the Lord
of the wise ages and he's laying it
all out.
And what you're seeing now is only the
steam shovel working, that's all.
Only the truck backed up with bricks.
That's what you're seeing.
You're only seeing workmen in overalls going about
killing time.
That's all you're seeing.
You're just seeing people and people make you
sick because of the way we do.
The way we backslide and tumble around and
get mixed up and run after Willow the
Wisps and think it's the Shekinah glory and
hear an owl hoop and think it's the
silver trumpet and take off in the wrong
direction and spend a century catching up on
ourselves and backing out.
And history smiles at us, but don't, don't,
don't be too sure, brother.
Come back in another millennium or so and
see what the Lord of all wisdom has
done with what he's got.
See then what he's done.
He's the Lord of all wisdom and history
is the slow development of his purposes and
he's the Lord of all righteousness.
You know what?
I'm glad I'm attached to something good, that
there's something good somewhere in the universe.
Now, I couldn't possibly be, I couldn't possibly
be a Pollyanna optimist.
I'm born, I was born wrong and I
had to have a different father and mother
and a different ancestral line back at least
10 generations.
If I, for me to have been a
Pollyanna, a plum pudding philosopher that believed that
everything was good.
And I can't believe that.
I don't think it's true.
There's so much that isn't right everywhere and
we might as well admit it.
We just might as well admit it.
If you don't believe it, leave your car
unlocked out there and then go out and
see you get a bigger sermon than I
can preach to you.
It'll be gone.
Righteousness.
And then we imagine that we got the
Pharisees who think they're righteous and they're not.
They're just self-righteous hypocrites.
And we got politicians that lie and make
all kinds of promises which they don't intend
to keep.
And the only honest one that I've known
of in my lifetime has been Wendell Willkie.
When somebody challenged him with a promise that
he made during the campaign, he said those
were just campaign promises.
He was the only one that I know
of, honest enough, to admit he lied to
get elected.
He didn't get elected, did he lie to
anyhow and admitted it.
Which was something.
Righteousness is not found.
If you think it is, get on a
bus somewhere when there's a crowd and you'll
find that no matter how old and feeble
you are, you will get the ribber to,
you know, cracked or at least badly dinged
by the elbow of some housewife on her
way home.
And we're just not good.
People are just not good.
Among the first things we learn to do,
something bad and something mean.
Sin is everywhere.
I don't know whether Brother McAfee's song, I
told him I never cared much for that
song, but he loves it and sings it
and has other people singing it and I
begin to like it myself.
I want the principle within, the pride of
God for the principle of holiness within us
to make us strong against the world of
evil outside of us.
I'm beginning to see John and Charles Wesley
had something there.
And you know, brother and sister, that this
is a reformation Sunday.
Well, um, do you know that there's iniquity
everywhere and I want to be joined to
something good.
You say, well, I'm an American.
I'm an American too.
I was born here.
Didn't cost me a dime to become an
American.
Cost my father a little and my mother,
but didn't cost me a dime.
I'm an American and I'll never be anything
else, but an American.
And when they bury me, there'll be a
little bit of America, as the poet said,
wherever I may be placed.
But, uh, you've gotta be pretty much of
a, you gotta be an awful sissy to
believe in the total righteousness of the United
States of America.
Don't you?
You gotta be an awful fool.
Really an awful fool.
That buzzards nest up there at Washington.
God bless them.
It doesn't make any difference whether they're Democrats
or Republicans are in there.
They're a bunch of, a lot of them,
at least a bunch of crooks.
They mean all right, but they're Adam's fallen
blue, doing the best they can.
We'd probably do worse.
So we can pray for them and ask
God to have mercy on them, but that's
about it.
But, uh, here we go.
And then turn on the radio to try
to get something educational or something cultural and
all get songs sung about automobiles and cigarettes.
Well, it's not a good world we live
in.
It's a bad world.
And, uh, you can become a Protestant.
All right.
That doesn't help much.
Become an American or be an American.
And that doesn't help too much.
But when you attach yourself to the Lord
of glory, you're, you're connected with something righteous,
something that really righteous, not, not Pollyannish, but
something really righteous.
He is righteousness itself.
The call of the concept of righteousness and
all of the possibility of righteousness are all
summed up in him.
But unto the Lord, unto the Son, he
saith, thy throne, O God, is forever and
ever.
A scepter of righteousness is the scepter of
thy kingdom.
Thou hast loved righteousness and hated iniquity.
Therefore, God, thy God, hath anointed thee with
the oil of gladness above thy fellows.
So we have there a perfectly righteous Savior,
a perfectly righteous Savior.
They spied on him.
They sent the enemy to search into his
life.
Can you imagine if Jesus had made a
mistake anywhere down the line?
Can you imagine if Jesus had slipped once,
even once down the line?
Can you imagine if Jesus had lost his
temper once or if Jesus had been selfish
once?
Can you imagine if Jesus had done one
thing that you and I take for granted
even once?
Can you imagine that all the sharp, beady
eyes of hell were following him, trying to
catch something out of his mouth?
And when the end of his days had
almost come, he turned on them and said,
Which of you convictors may have sinned?
Not a one of you.
Righteousness was his, and he is the high
priest.
If you go back to the Old Testament,
you will find that when the high priest
went into the holy place, he wore upon
his shoulders and on his breast certain affairs
that had been prescribed.
But upon his forehead he wore a miter,
and who knows what was on that miter?
Holiness unto the Lord.
He was saying the best he could.
Even that man had to have a sacrifice
made for him.
But he was trying to say in symbol
what has been fulfilled in fact that when
he, the high priest of all high priests,
came, he would wear on his forehead holiness
unto the Lord.
And when they in mockery crashed down that
crown of thorns upon his brow, if they
had had the eyes of a prophet, they
could have seen a miter there.
Holiness unto the Lord.
He is the Lord of all righteousness and
the Lord of all mercy, because he establishes
his kingdom of reclaimed rebels.
Jesus does.
He redeemed them and he won them and
he renews the right spirit within them.
But everybody in this kingdom is a redeemed
rebel.
You know what we think about people that
have betrayed our country?
We scarcely forgive them.
We forgive them, but we always look askance
upon them.
Those who have fallen in, as some have,
into communism and have spied for their, or
at least have helped the communistic scheme, and
then they have gotten their eyes open and
turned away from it, gone to the F
.B.I., admitted it, straightened their lives out,
even them we look at with a bit
of doubt.
But did you ever stop to think that
Jesus Christ hadn't got a single member of
his kingdom anywhere that wasn't a former spy
and rebel for the enemy?
Ever thought of it?
If it's bad, if it's bad for a
man in Washington or Oak Hill or the
University of Chicago to get secrets and take
them and tell them to the enemy, if
that's bad and it is bad and they
hang them for it, why, how much worse
to be over on the side of the
enemy against the Lord of glory, as all
sinners are.
And don't forget it, all sinners are.
And that's why I smile when I see
an old self-satisfied deacon sitting with his
hands crossed, looking like a statue of St.
Francis.
He is a very, very godly man indeed
and very conscious of it.
All right, Deacon Jones, don't you know what
you were?
You were a rebel and a spy, and
you sold out the secrets of the kingdom
of God and collaborated with the enemy and
lived to overthrow the holy kingdom of God.
And that's all of us, and there isn't
a one of us it doesn't include, not
a one of us.
And if you don't like that, then you're
no theologian.
If you knew your Bible, you'd agree with
me, because that's what we all were.
But mercy, oh, the mercy, Lord of all
mercy.
Sometimes I want to preach a sermon on
mercy.
I don't think I ever have.
I, of course, have woven it into all
of my preaching.
But think of the mercy of the Lord
Jesus Christ in utter mercy, the mercy of
our Lord.
He is the Lord of all mercy.
He is the Lord of all righteousness, and
he sees how bad we are.
But he is the Lord of all mercy,
and he doesn't care.
So in his great kindness, he takes rebels
and unrighteous persons, sinners, and makes them his
own, and establishes them in righteousness and renews
a right spirit within them.
Then we have a church, we have a
cell, a company of believers met together, and
he is their Lord.
He is the Lord of all power.
Now, here is some scripture, just let me
give it to you.
After these things I heard a great voice,
a great voice of much people in heaven,
saying, and what do you suppose they were
saying?
Hallelujah!
Salvation and glory and honor and power unto
the Lord our God.
This isn't hysteria, but it's ecstasy.
There is a difference.
Hysteria is one thing, but ecstasy is another.
And this was ecstasy.
They said, Hallelujah!
And left the H off.
And said, salvation and glory and honor and
power unto the Lord our God.
For true and righteous are his judgments.
For he has judged a great whore which
did corrupt the earth with her fornication, and
hath avenged the blood of his servant at
her hand.
And again they said, Hallelujah!
And her smoke rose up forever and ever.
And the four and twenty elders and the
four beasts fell down and worshiped God that
sat on the throne, saying, Amen, Hallelujah!
Here we have it again, no hysteria, but
a lot of ecstasy.
And a voice came out of the throne,
saying, Praise our God, all ye servants, and
ye that fear him, both small and great.
Then said John, you know, it would be
worthwhile getting put in a salt mine on
the Isle of Patmos to have a vision
like that, wouldn't it?
It really would.
It would be better to get onto a
salt mine.
They had him in the salt mine over
there on the Isle of Patmos.
That fellow who had lived out on the
sea catching fish and walked the sandy shores
and smelled the fresh air, now he is
in a mine.
And it is dark in there, and suddenly
the Lord lets him into the Spirit on
the Lord's day.
And he hears a voice saying, Hallelujah!
For the Lord God omnipotent reigneth.
Let us be glad and rejoice and give
honor to him, for the marriage of the
Lamb is come, and his wife hath made
herself ready.
See, there is the song of Solomon in
the New Testament.
To her was granted she should be arrayed
in fine linen, clean and white, for the
fine linen is the righteousness of saints.
And he said unto me, Blessed are they
which are called unto the marriage supper of
the Lamb.
Blessed are they.
And he said, These are the true sayings
of God.
And I fell on my feet to worship
him.
And he said, Don't you worship me.
I am thy fellow servant of thy brethren
that have the testimony of Jesus.
Worship God.
And I saw heaven open.
I am waiting around, brethren, I am waiting
around.
I saw heaven open.
Moses did, and Isaiah did, and Ezekiel did,
and John did, and I am waiting around.
And Paul did.
I saw heaven opened.
And behold, a white horse.
And he that sat upon him was called
Faithful and True.
And in righteousness he doth judge and make
war.
And his eyes were as a flame of
fire, and on his head were many crowns.
He had a name written that no man
knew but he himself.
He was clothed with a vesture dipped in
blood, and his name is called the Word
of God.
There we have this victorious Lord Jesus Christ,
the Lord of all power.
He is the Lord of all power.
You know, sin has scarred the world back
in the state of Pennsylvania.
They ever do what they call strip mining.
And I was angry in my heart when
I saw what they had done to our
lovely Pennsylvania hills.
These greedy dogs had gone, and with their
great machinery they had stripped away the foliage
and gone down into the bowels of the
beautiful hillsides and taken out a cheap coal.
Anything to get a little money.
And the government says, when you take it
and strip mine, you've got to fill it
up again or it'll cost you $100 an
acre.
And they grim and say it'll cost us
more than $100 an acre to fill it
up, so they pay their fine and leave
it there.
And when I was back this last summer,
they drove me up back past the old
place, and I looked out where when I
was there four or five years before, it
had lain there like a wounded man.
Lained there all gouged and ugly, wherein my
boyhood days it had been beautiful to see
as the green trees met the blue sky
above.
But now it was scarred, and they paid
their fine because it was cheaper than to
fulfill their promise.
And they left her there, that lovely hillside,
all gouged and cut and bruised.
And when I was back, I could have
wept to see how kindly Mother Nature had
gone to work.
And where four or five years before, it
was just an ugly hole, now the sun
and the rain and the wind and the
waves and the beautiful rain that God sent
down in sheets upon that hillside as I've
seen it fall many times had begun to
bring out the blossoms that I didn't know
were there.
And now Nature is covering up her wounds,
her scars, her ugliness.
God made the world beautiful, and if you
go out and make it ugly, God in
five years will make it beautiful again.
And the human race is ugly.
Ugly though made in the image of God
and potentialities of beauty, ugly in its sin.
I think, my brethren, that the ugliest place
in the world is hell.
The ugliest place in the universe is hell.
And when a man says ugly as hell,
he's using a proper and valid comparison.
For there's nothing as ugly as hell, but
surely hell is the ugliest place in the
universe.
It is that against which all other ugliness
can be compared.
And surely heaven is the most beautiful place,
the place of supreme beauty, its power that
knows no limit and wisdom free from bound.
The beatific vision shall glad the saints around,
and the peace of all the faithful and
the blessed, inviolate and very divine, as sweet
as best.
It shall all be there.
So if hell is the ugliest place in
the universe, surely the most beautiful place will
be heaven, for all harmony will be there,
and all fragrance and all its charm.
But between heaven, which is the epitome of
all supreme beauty, and hell, which is the
essence of all ugliness, there lies the poor
scarred world.
The poor earth lies like a pitiful dying
woman clothed in rags that once was a
beauty that could have stood and been admired
by the ages.
Now sin has cut her down, and she's
tattered and torn.
From the Nile to the Mississippi, and from
California to Bangkok, and from the North Pole
to the South Pole, wherever human beings go,
we find moral ugliness and sin and hatred
and suspicion and name-calling and all the
rest.
And the beautiful race that the Lord made
to be his bride, now in her pathetic
ugliness lies dying, clothed in rags.
But Jesus Christ, the Lord of mercy, came
to save her, took upon himself her flesh,
her own flesh, and was made in the
likeness of man, and for sin he gave
himself to die.
And there's going to be a restoration, and
that poor, bruised, dying thing, that poor, bruised,
dying thing, years ago I read that great
book, that great book, I suppose that it's
one of the greatest books ever written of
its kind, Les Miserables, the great book by
Victor Hugo.
In it there was one of the most
tender and pathetic passages that I think I
ever read in all literature.
You'd have to go to the Bible to
find anything as deeply moving.
Here was a young man, one of the
upper class, the nobles, and here was the
woman that he was in love with, you
know, they weave that all in.
And here in the middle was a pale
-faced little urchin girl from the streets of
Paris, who with her poor rags and her
pale, tubercular face, she also loved the nobleman
that didn't dare say so.
So he used her to carry notes, they
used her to carry notes back and forth.
This great fellow never dreamed that this poor,
sallow-faced girl dressed in rags had lost
her heart to him and his nobility.
So he went to find her and see
what he could do to help her, and
finds her lying in on the bed of
rags in a tenement house in the low
section of Paris, and this time she can't
get up to greet him or carry a
note to his fiancée.
So he says to her, what can I
do for you?
And she said, well, I'm dying, I'll be
gone in a moment.
And she said, he said, what can I
do, tell me anything?
And she said, well, would you do one
thing for me before I close my eyes
for the last time?
And she said, would you, when I'm dead,
would you kiss my forehead?
And I don't know, I know it was
only Victor Hugo's brilliant imagination, but I know
Victor Hugo had seen that in Paris.
He'd gone through the sewers in L.A.,
and he'd seen this, and he knew about
it.
He knew that you can beat a girl
down, and you can beat her down, and
you can clothe her in rags, and you
can fill her with tuberculosis, and you can
make her so thin that the wind will
blow her off course when she walks down
a dirty street.
But you can't take out of her heart
that thing that makes you want to love
a man.
You can't take that out.
God said to Adam, you can't be alone,
it isn't right.
And he made a woman neat for him.
You can't take that out, and Victor Hugo
knew it, and he wrote that thing in.
I rarely quote from a fiction, but I
thought that was worth it.
My dear friend, our Lord Jesus Christ came
down and found, found the race like that,
consumptive, and long, and pale-faced, and died.
He took on himself all her death, and
rose the third day, and took all the
pathos out, and all the pity out, and
now she comes walking on the arm of
her beloved, leaning on the arm of her
beloved, walking into the presence of God, and
he presents her, not a poor pitiful raccoon's
forehead he kissed when she was dead, but
his happy bright-eyed bride, meet to be
a partaker of the saints in light, worthy
to stand beside him, and be his bride
in the glory yonder.
What is her authority, and what is her
right, and by what authority does she walk
into the presence of the Father?
You remember back in that chapter in the
book of Genesis, where Abraham calls his servant
and sends his servant to get a bride
for Isaac, his son?
He goes to the well and finds Rebekah,
and says to Rebekah, that makes me homesick
just to pronounce the name, but it says
to Rebekah, my masters have sent
me, and I've come for you if you'll
go.
She said, what are the terms?
Well, that you go without waiting around.
Now, go with me across the desert and
be a bride for my master's son.
She says, I'll go, and when she said,
I'll go, he reached into the saddlebag of
the great old camel that he'd ridden out
that swaying ship of the desert, and he
took out jewelry, and he put it around
her neck, and put it on her arms
and fingers and ankles, and he decked her
out after the time.
And when she arrived, there was a long
trip back there across the desert, you know,
and the old servant, he wasn't fooling around.
He'd been sent after a bride, and he'd
got her, and he was on his way
back, and I imagine he was slapping the
side of that old bobby camel as they
went across that desert.
And Isaac was bothered.
His father said, what's the matter?
And he said, well, I don't know.
I guess I just didn't get enough sleep
last night.
His father went to his mother and said
that he's got it already.
He has it.
And he went out, it says, in a
kind of a nice biblical dignified way, half
humorous, you know, it says, and he was
out walking in the twilight of the cool
of the day.
What was he out there for?
He knew that he'd hear in the distance
the tinkling of camel bells, and he knew
when he heard the tinkling of the camel
bells that there'd be a bride, and a
worthy one.
She had to be worthy, and he knew
something else.
How was he going to know her?
He was going to know her by the
jewelry she had on.
He'd sent it, and when she came back
with it, he said that this is her.
She would have been English, but her is
what he probably said.
This is her, all right.
And he knew his bride by the jewelry
she wore.
And I don't know, my friends, I don't
want to go get too emotional, but I
just think that maybe the Lord of Glory
who sent the Holy Ghost at Pentecost to
get a bride, I don't know but what,
sometimes he may get up from the throne
and take a walk and say, I'm listening
for the sound of the camel bells.
For the bride is getting ready, and he'll
know her, and how will he know her?
We sing, we'll know him by the prints
of the nails.
How will he know us?
By the jewelry we wear, his, that he
sent down.
And what is it?
The fruits of the Spirit.
It's love and joy and peace and temperance
and kindness and all that.
He'll know her, we'll know him, and he'll
know us.
And so it says in brusque simplicity, Isaac
took Rebecca, and she became his bride.
None of this big show stuff, organ blowing,
you know, people walking lockstep down the aisle.
He just walked over and said, honey, I
know you by what you got on, come
on.
And she went to be with him and
became his bride.
And our Lord Jesus Christ, he'll know who
they are, don't you worry.
You say, nobody knows me, I'm a Christian,
all right, but I've never been heard of
out of my block.
If you go beyond my block, I'm stranger.
Don't worry about that, he knows you.
He knows who you are, and he knows
you by the jewelry you wear.
He is thy Lord, and he shall greatly
desire thy beauty.
Worship thou him, O God our Father.
We thank thee, we thank thee, we thank
thee for Jesus Christ thy Son.
We haven't done anything that we can think
of but what we're ashamed of.
We haven't done anything but what we ought
to be ashamed of.
We haven't done anything, our brains, our minds,
our bodies, our souls, our spirits, we haven't
done anything ourselves except what thou has given
us.
What thou has given us, we're not ashamed
of.
We're glad for and we're deeply grateful for.
And we will go and appear and be
there, dressed in thy righteousness alone, faultless to
stand before thee for all.
Thou will know us, and claim us, and
not be ashamed of us, because we were
redeemed in thy mercy.
Poor, scarred, bruised, pathetic, pale face, dying, thou
didst find us, and save us, and lift
us, and renew us, and give us life.
We're thine.
Thou bless this congregation, and we pray for
any who may not be saved, that they
might see what they're missing, and turn quick
to Jesus Christ, and say, Lord, I am
sorry for my past.
From here on, I am thine.