THIS PRESENT EVIL AGE
The following poem was written during the last World War, but is relevant today. The selfish ambition of men in high positions is causing
unrest and even war. The peace men desire is still far off, as a world- achievement. Truth is trodden down, the ‘evolution’ fable is credulously accepted, and the inevitable lowering of the moral standard alarms those who are not even professing
Christians. Truly descriptive of man are the words of
Jeremiah 17.9, ‘The heart is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked: who can know it?’
O sad unwisdom, to deny the Fall!
How do the follies of the mind appal!
Yet chiefly is the human heart at fault,
For that is even as a darksome vault,
Wherein is death and all that is unclean.
Though outwardly but whiteness can be seen;
Ah! ’tis the whiteness of a tended grave.
Not holiness doth man, by nature, crave;
But they who know God know the power of sin,
Defiling flesh, befouling all within.
‘Behold, we all are as an unclean thing.’
‘Who from an unclean shall a clean thing bring?’
Thus speaketh, and remaineth. Holy Writ.
Who then should speak of that which is most fit
Surviving in the struggle and the strife?
Who dare explain the wondrous fact of ‘life’?
Yet man presumes its mystery to solve –
‘From lower life the higher doth evolve’ –
Thus he declares – “Man hath an upward trend,
And by his pow’r inherent shall ascend
To be ‘as God.'” O vile, Satanic lie,
Believed by men who pass the Scriptures by!
Their minds delight on sugared lies to feed;
How credulous the sceptic is indeed!
Ye who deny the Fall, look now around,
See how iniquity and sin abound,
The earth with horrid violence is filled,
War’s strident voice refuses to be stilled,
Destructive engines rage and cities fall,
And homeless millions from all quarters call
For help and pity. Many millions die,
And thousands in disease and sickness lie.
They who for God and man have not a care
Command that death be rained from the air;
The lives of some who love and rev’rence God
Await the despot’s pleasure, at whose nod
They die, or else in prison they decline;
‘Gainst God and Christ their enemies combine
Deniers of the Fall, ye do but mock,
Whilst powers totter and dominions rock,
Ye long for peace, yet peace is not in sight;
Ye mourn the seeming fact that, ‘Might is right.
Yet can ye hope for peace upon the earth,
Whilst ye esteem God’s words of little worth?
Ah! mad infatuation! Many think
Whilst yet they, dreaming, sleep on judgment’s brink,
All heedless of the overhanging curse,
Whilst evil men are waxing worse and worse,
That soon shall be a brighter, fairer world,
When man by his own power shall have hurled
vThe tyrants from their proud pre-eminence,
And earth be ruled by men of nobler sense.
It is a sign of this fast-closing age,
That Satan doth his subtle conflict wage –
A silent war within the soul of man;
His purpose evil, his malignant plan
Is hidden ‘neath his promises so fair;
Yet are they ‘Dead Sea fruit,’ all dust and air.
O that the eyes of men might be unsealed,
O that the Living Truth might be revealed,
And many rescued from the awful doom –
A sad eternity of pain and gloom –
To look believingly on Him Who died,
Who rose. Who liveth at the Father’s side!
And ye, who fain would hear your dead ones speak,
And to the house of witchcraft vainly seek,
Take heed, beware, the Scriptures this forbid;
‘Twas this the disobedient ruler did,
Who perished for his hardihood. His end
Is still a warning. Ah! let none pretend
With their departed to communicate,
For that abomination God doth hate;
The dead converse not with the living here,
But evil spirits from their dwellings drear
Impersonate the dead. Do ye beware,
And shun their presence, signs, and speeches fair!
And, O professors of the Sacred Name,
Who love your ease and shrink from suff’ring shame
For His sake, Who in love endured the cross,
Nor count, as Paul, all things for Him but loss;
Awaken from your slumber, yea, repent;
The day is near, the night is almost spent;
Trim now your lamps, if ye would ready be
When Christ returns with that bright company –
The countless angels of His glorious might –
To take His Kingdom and assert His right.
But ye who wait for your returning Lord,
By Whom alone earth’s peace shall be restored,
Who pray, ‘Lord Jesus, come,’ in simple trust,
Know ye that He the Holy One and Just
Shall surely come yea, even as a shower
Refreshing parched land; know that His power
And rule shall then extend from sea to sea,
And desert lands shall yield abundantly.
The fruitful hills with waving corn shall shake
As Lebanon. The whole earth shall awake
And in its fertile joyousness shall sin
The praise of her Redeemer and her King.
How bright your hope, though tribulation may
Be your appointed portion ere ‘that Day!’
Count it a worthy thing, for His dear sake,
To stand for Him, e’en though the mountains shake,
To undergo for Him, yea, with Him bear
The fiery trial and His sorrow share,
‘Just now’ indeed; ’tis but ‘a little while’
‘If need there be’; and then to see His smile,
And hear His voice, and feel His dear embrace,
And joy of joys, to look upon His face!