“Come . . . that my house may be filled” (Luke 14: 23)
The great Jehovah, from His Glorious Throne
Stoops down to make His Love and Mercy known;
And bids the chosen tribes of Israel meet
When He reveals the glories of His feet.
Remember, every time the House of Prayer
Is open for the saints, the Lord is there,
To hold communion with the heaven-born race,
And give them from His fulness, grace for grace.
See! Satan’s slaves to scenes of riot go,
By day and night, through rain, or hail, or snow!
And shall some visitor, or worldly care,
Detain believers from the House of Prayer?
Forbid it, Lord revive Thy people’s zeal,
The lukewarm plague among Thy children heal.
Ye heirs of bliss, whom Jesus often meets,
Whene’er His House is open, fill your seats.
Jehovah loves the Temple of His Grace
More than the tents of all His chosen race;
Blest is the man whose seeking spirit waits
On all the means of grace in Zion’s gates.
—J. Irons.
(From Lord’s Day Observance Society’s 1962 Diary)