Samuel Rutherford

While listening to a sermon on Romans this morning by Ray Comfort, he made a reference to the first stanza of the poem below that was written by Anne Cousins but based on the letters of Samuel Rutherford.  I was deeply moved by this poem.  It is such a rare thing to hear or read one from our modern era that has such a grasp on the things of God.  I can’t even pick out a favorite stanza as they are all so rich.

Last Words
A Poem inspired by the letters and last words of Samuel Rutherford
by Mrs. A. R. Cousin

The sands of time are sinking, The dawn of Heaven breaks,
The summer morn I’ve sighed for, The fair sweet morn awakes:
Dark, dark hath been the midnight, But dayspring is at hand,
And glory—glory dwelleth In Immanuel’s land. (Letters 79, 147, 323.)

Oh! well it is for ever, Oh! well for evermore,
My nest hung in no forest Of all this death-doom’d shore
Yea, let the vain world vanish, As from the ship the strand,
While glory—glory dwelleth In Immanuel’s land (Letter 4.)

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