A Memorial Souvenir of Rev. T. Wofford White Pastor of Wesley M. E. Church, Charleston, S. C., Who fell asleep, January 7th, 1890, Aged 33 Years |
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POEM READ AT THE FUNERAL OF Reverend J. Mofford White. |
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POEM READ AT THE FUNERAL OF Reverend J. Mofford White.
G. C. R.
How beauteous, how grand, on the crest of the mountain,
Are the feet of the messenger, servant of God;
The King's representative, bringing good tidings,
Of peace and full pardon, to publish abroad.
Are the feet of the messenger, servant of God;
The King's representative, bringing good tidings,
Of peace and full pardon, to publish abroad.
How gentle his accents, how winsome and tender
He tells all that wonderful story of love;
Of love so amazing,—magnificent wonder—
Transcending our knowledge, and pointing above.
He tells all that wonderful story of love;
Of love so amazing,—magnificent wonder—
Transcending our knowledge, and pointing above.
So he led forth the flock which to him God had given,
Forth into the nourishing pastures of green;
On the right of the beautiful mountain of Zion,
To the bright living waters, the life-giving stream.
Forth into the nourishing pastures of green;
On the right of the beautiful mountain of Zion,
To the bright living waters, the life-giving stream.
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He led them with care in the path of the righteous,
In ways whither conflict and discord must cease;
Where, walking in love, in the footprints of Jesus,
They enter His kingdom through pathways of peace.
In ways whither conflict and discord must cease;
Where, walking in love, in the footprints of Jesus,
They enter His kingdom through pathways of peace.
And ofttimes he entered the Valley of Shadows
With those whom he loved, to give counsel and cheer;—
To show that in darkness existeth no shadow,
That ev'n in the valley, King Jesus is near.
With those whom he loved, to give counsel and cheer;—
To show that in darkness existeth no shadow,
That ev'n in the valley, King Jesus is near.
Yes, near, and His presence dispelleth the darkness,
His radiance in glory outrivals the sun;
When they who trust Him droop in physical weakness,
He gives strength to complete the full course well-begun.
His radiance in glory outrivals the sun;
When they who trust Him droop in physical weakness,
He gives strength to complete the full course well-begun.
These lessons which often he taught to another,
Were welcomed from others when the closing hours came;
With the courage of faith he greeted each brother,
And welcomed each message they brought in His Name.
Were welcomed from others when the closing hours came;
With the courage of faith he greeted each brother,
And welcomed each message they brought in His Name.
The messenger came at the dawn of the morning:
“The Master hath need of thee, come, come away!”
Like a tired little child, his eyes gently closing,
He slept, to awake in the bright realms of day.
“The Master hath need of thee, come, come away!”
Like a tired little child, his eyes gently closing,
He slept, to awake in the bright realms of day.
'Tis finished! The battle of life now is ended;
A victor he stands on the glorified shore!
'Tis finished! The victory for which he contended
Is won; and he reigneth with Christ evermore!
A victor he stands on the glorified shore!
'Tis finished! The victory for which he contended
Is won; and he reigneth with Christ evermore!
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We greet thee, dear Brother! Watch, watch, we are coming!
Though here on the nether shore longer we wait!
But watch Brother White, we shall meet in the morning,
With triumph we'll enter the Beautiful Gate!
Though here on the nether shore longer we wait!
But watch Brother White, we shall meet in the morning,
With triumph we'll enter the Beautiful Gate!
How beauteous, how grand, on the crest of the mountain
His feet, who God's message hath published abroad;
And, bright as the morning, the crown now adorning,
The brow of our Brother in the palace of God!
His feet, who God's message hath published abroad;
And, bright as the morning, the crown now adorning,
The brow of our Brother in the palace of God!
January 7th, 1890.
| A Memorial Souvenir of Rev. T. Wofford White | |