Dear Reader,
From the poet’s heart:
In these lines I have sought to echo the thunderous joy of Charles Spurgeon, that prince of preachers who ever lifted high the Sun of Righteousness. May this humble verse stir your soul to fix its gaze upon Jesus Christ, in whom alone we find eternal sunshine—unclouded, unending, and freely given to every weary pilgrim who trusts in Him. Read it slowly, aloud if you can, and let the ancient truths shine afresh in your spirit.
Grace and peace be yours in abundance through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Malachi 4:2 (KJV)
But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings; and ye shall go forth, and grow up as calves of the stall.
In realms where tempests rage and shadows creep,
Where sin’s dark clouds their heavy burdens heap,
A radiant beam from heaven’s throne descends—
Through Jesus Christ, eternal sunshine bends!
Behold the cross, a tree of wondrous grace,
Where blood-red rivers wash the sinner’s face;
Its arms outstretched like golden rays unfurled,
Illuminate the weary, broken world.
No more the night of guilt’s oppressive gloom,
No more the frost of death’s impending doom—
The Sun of Righteousness arises bright,
With healing wings that chase away the night.
See how the valleys bloom in verdant green,
Where once the thorns of sorrow pierced unseen;
The desert hearts, once parched and cracked with pain,
Now drink the living streams of heaven’s rain.
Mountains of doubt dissolve in morning light,
As crystal dews of mercy kiss the height;
The lily pure, the rose of Sharon fair,
Proclaim His glory in the fragrant air.
O soul adrift on oceans wild and vast,
Where waves of trial crash and thunder blast—
Lift up thine eyes! The Pilot stands serene,
His voice commands the storm to calm, serene.
Through Jesus Christ, the skies forever blue,
Eternal sunshine bathes the ransomed few;
No eclipse dims the Lamb upon the throne,
Whose glory lights the city as His own.
The pilgrim’s path, though rugged, gleams with gold,
Each step a jewel in the crown foretold;
The ancient gates of pearl swing open wide,
Revealing pastures where the saints abide.
No winter’s chill, no autumn’s fading leaf,
But spring eternal, free from pain and grief—
In robes of white, beneath the endless day,
We bask forever in His shining ray.
Come, burdened one, beneath the yoke of care,
Lay down thy load; the Saviour’s yoke is fair.
His gentle hand will lead through fields of peace,
Where sorrows end and joys forever increase.
The chains of fear that bound the captive soul
Now melt like frost before His bright control;
In liberty divine, the spirit sings,
And soars on wings of love beneath His wings.
See heaven’s throne, where crystal rivers flow,
And trees of life in endless summer grow;
No need of sun or moon to give their light,
The Lamb Himself dispels all shades of night.
The ransomed throng in white arrayed proclaim,
“Worthy the Lamb that once for sinners slain!”
Their voices blend in everlasting praise,
Through endless ages, in undimmed blaze.
O death, where is thy sting? Thy victory lost!
The grave no more can claim its chilling frost.
For He who rose triumphant from the tomb
Has turned our midnight into endless noon.
The former things have passed, forgotten, gone;
Behold, all things are new in morning’s dawn.
Through Jesus Christ, the Victor over all,
Eternal sunshine crowns both great and small.
Awake, my soul, and sing this joyful strain,
Let every tongue repeat the glad refrain:
Through Jesus Christ, the Light that knows no end,
The King whose throne the heavens vast defend.
Come, weary one, and taste this joy divine—
Eternal sunshine, yours and ever mine!
No cloud shall dim, no storm shall ever rise,
In Christ alone our sun forever shines.
Passionately Pursuing Christ 