He That Being Often Reproved — Rolfe Barnard

May I say two things this morning before coming immediately to the message, and I'll try to say something if the Lord tarries or I'm still alive and I'm here tonight for what we hope will be the last service.

The two things that I wish to say right quickly, I will never have left the pulpit, having been the guest on the shepherd of the Lord for this the second time, more happy to believe that this pulpit is in blessed hands and the truth will be proclaimed.

And second, to this Sunday morning audience, you ought to count it a privilege to have a part in the ministry of this local assembly. Ms. Bonded and I will have been preaching, if I've got my years right, to September 38 years, or 39, I'll have to figure that out.

And we've been comparing a church in Ashland, Kentucky and this one, and haven't quite decided which we're going to join. We're going to have to have four children to join the other. But what a blessed experience it's been for this preacher, by the providence of God, to come to know you and to be with you.

Your standards are unreachable, thank the Lord. I do not detect a spirit of legalism, I do not detect a spirit of pharisaical self-righteousness, but I do detect a striving to represent a holy gospel and a holy God to the limit of your ability.

And I thank God for it. I covered a good hearing tonight. I hope you'll see the picture of my brother Williams, I hope I'll have an opportunity to meet him. I've heard much of him. Now, am I being heard?

Way back there. The lady on the back seat, do you hear me as I speak now? Thank you so much. They tell it on me when I haven't got a thing to say, I'm loud, and when I've got something you ought to hear, I'm low.

America as the Land of Sudden Death

But I can't, I've never been able to correct that. There is one particular thing that distinguishes the United States of America from every other and any other nation on topside of God's earth. That particular distinguishing thing is this, that America has become the land of sudden death.

As men who are gifted in and spend their time accumulating facts and statistics assure us that something has happened in the last 30 years to make America, of all the nations on the earth, the land of sudden death.

We are assured and I'm sure that the men who engage in that tell us the truth, that every time two people in America come to death, one of them comes suddenly. If we could face that, as I want us to try to face it this morning, that every time in America two people pass from this earthly scene into whatever is out yonder on the other side, one of them does so without any time to pray, without any time to seek the Lord, without any time to set his spiritual house in order, if he might.

Now, men get in an airplane today and head for Los Angeles and wind up in the hands of a living God. Men take a bath now in order that their bodies may be made clean and slip and dash their brains out on the bathtub.

Men start across the street to buy some groceries and they have a head-on collision with a car and the car winds and they are ushered out into his hands who created you and bought you without any time for what we call preparation.

No other nation is like that. One is reminded of the old patriarchs, a man like David, or Jacob, who will dispose of everything, arrange for all of his children, and then as he turns his back to the wall, says, my time to die and go to sleep with his fathers, having had time to arrange all of his affairs, but not so in America.

The Warning of Proverbs 29:1

I wonder why that's so. I think the language of the scripture this morning explains it. Proverbs 29, verse 1, says, He that being often reproved, hardness his neck, shall suddenly be destroyed, annihilated, not disposed of, but ruined, and that without remedy.

It is a matter of history that there has never been a nation of people that has been so blessed by the reproving ministry of a holy God, joining the issue, facing men with the eternal controversy between a holy God and sinful men.

No other nation has experienced the reproving ministry of the Holy Ghost like men and women in America. That's at once the most blessed thing that could be said of a man, or a congregation, or a home, or a church.

And at the same time, it is the most dangerous dynamite this side of eternity, for God is not to be trifled with, and eternal verities are eternal in the consequences of them. And it is a principle that runs through the entirety of the dealings of a holy God with men and women, that light send against brains, not only darkness, but gross darkness.

And it is true that the most dangerous thing on earth a man ever did was to be under the public or private proclamation of God Almighty's gospel, in the anointing of the Holy Ghost, for no human being can ever be the same for time and eternity, no matter how weak the vessel of the preacher through whom the message of God comes.

You can't hear from heaven and ever be the same again. You live in the city of which it is prophesied it will grow faster than any part this side of heaven in the next few years. In this awful rat race of men and women with more money than they ever dreamed of, everybody got from one to five cars, everybody got two or three air conditions, got air conditions in your car, you've got this, you've got that, you've got good jobs, you've got everything!

And I know nothing about any other congregation firsthand in the Houston area, but you've got at least one preacher that I know of, I don't have any more, but I know of one that is faithfully as a voice to this community.

You better get you a job to move to Africa, can by plane, then by jeep, and then by mule, and then walk, and then crawl to the deepest jungle in Africa and take a shovel with you, and dig a hole in the very center of the darkest place on earth, and after you've got the hole dug, jump in it and cover yourself up, everything to get away from the light, for your place in hell will be never as bad as if you'd lived in Africa and never heard the name of the Lord of Glory, than to have heard it and hardened yourself against his demands and experienced the truth that God will not suffer forever in a body treating lightly his demands for his Son, for God does bear out this scripture, he that being often reproved, hardeneth his neck, shall, S-H-A-L-L, no doubt about it, though the stars fall, God's behind it, all the purpose of God behind it, yes, true, shall be destroyed, and that destruction when God begins to cut men off is utterly, utterly without remedy.

Historical Examples of Resisting Reproof

Dear old Methodist Sam Jones, you folks live in Houston ought to remember that name, they took him, the saloon keepers and big shots of Galveston, that's not far away from here, and they took old Sam Jones and literally drove him down the main street of Galveston, outside the city of Galveston, and told him not to come back, and the next day the fameless Galveston flood wiped the city off the map.

They took John Wesley and tied a rope around his long hair, and held the rope and whipped him through the streets of Manchester, England, that's still a graveyard of the gospel till this good hour. How many people am I speaking to today, whom a holy, long-suffering, merciful God has been kind enough to deal with you, hadn't cut you down, harassed you, wouldn't leave you alone, wouldn't let you settle down in your nice little religious hiding place, kept whipping you out every time you settled down to rest, yet today you are a stronghold of rebellion, you're set against the claims of King Jesus.

I warn you this morning, with something of a heaviness of heart, you're headed, not for a peaceful death, you're going to be cut off some of these days, and go from Pasadena to hell, without even time to pack your suitcase.

Brother Preacher, you're trying to scare me, you're dead right brother, I wish I could. I'm facing you with the fact that God Almighty cuts men off. Not men who had no life, Mr. Couldbe, that's not so, not men who had little life, not the hot and top in Africa, not the coolie in China, but the man who's been often reproved.

Cut him off. He's cumbering the ground long enough, cut him off. I'm so glad that God Almighty didn't create this world, build a hell and a heaven. Eternity is to succeed time. Give men a short time down here, where the issues will be decided, as to where they'll spend eternity.

I'm glad he didn't do that, go fishing. I'm glad he still reproves men. As far as I know, he just got one little message. If we skip that, no matter, no use fooling the others. The only controversy I repeated this morning, I think I'm right, there's just one controversy between the Holy God and men and women, and that's who his Son is, and what his Son has done, and what God demands from every human being, because of who his Son is, and what his Son has done.

The Holy Spirit’s Reproof of Sin

I read in the scripture that it be expedient for you that I go away, said the Lord, for if I go away, there another one, there one comes alongside, manifests in the flesh once, now in the Spirit. He'll not come, and if he doesn't come, it'll be bad.

But when he's come, he'll reprove, he'll reprove, he'll count on me, and he'll do what's already passed, what God will do about sins already been settled, when he laid it on his Son. Do you mean to have any doubts about whether God Almighty will punish sin?

Just close your eyes, and with other eyes, just hear his Son in the grip of a Holy God, crying out, my God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? And the answer is, thou art holy, and he's in the hands of God.

That's settled it, brother. And righteousness, oh, he'll dig it in, unless you become as perfect as Christ, and as good as Christ, God's going to send you to hell. He'll measure you not by your opinion, but by the perfection that is in Christ Jesus.

But he digs, first of all, of sin. Why? Because men get drunk, because men do this, of sin, because you believe not on me. Everything heads up there. Get everything else settled. Still, God won't put you up the hour since Eden's garden.

It is the royal claims and demands of Almighty God on all human beings about his Son. Kiss the Son, God says, lest it be angry. Shut up and do it willingly. That's the issue. And he reproves men right here.

If you want to say, well, this is getting too tough here now, let's talk about some males. No, no, this is not much. You clean up and do this and that, and the rest is the issue. And the Spirit of God sticks to the last.

Give then Christ a verdict about him, and bow to him for the rest of your days. That's the issue. And I thank God that although the Spirit seems awfully angry, and it seems like just having to snatch, and you can hear the grind of the agony as he ratchets him and saves him as if by fire, I thank God that even now he hadn't quit.

He reproves men and women. But men, and this is utterly unbelievable, there isn't a theologian or whatever that is, this side of eternity that doesn't just have to throw up his hand and say, this just can't be.

But it is so. Men, little bitty old teeny weeny men, behind an alibi, and success, and go to hell. I can't understand it. But men are able to do it. Don't ask me to unravel that, it's just so. It's just so.

Stories of Sudden Judgment

Men do harden themselves against God. Oh, how tragic. In Oklahoma, God killed seven deacons who were bucking the meeting and making fun of the gospel. He killed them in three days, every one of them suddenly.

Great fear came on the community. The revival fire began to burn, the spirit of God began to work in tremendous fashion. Yet one night, as we stood to sing back in the back of the house, a dear wife could be heard pleading above the singing, husband, please resist no longer.

Then his little 13 year old girl joined, and with the wife on one side and the girl on the other. I didn't try to stop it. I don't want to get so orthodox I can tell the spirit I'm going to need breaking over.

And the 13 year old girl joined. Bless your heart, that man was succeeded, doing this and almost knocking them both down, and right into the vestibule. And the little 13 year old girl followed him. It was summertime, the doors were open, the windows.

He ran down the high steps, down toward town with this little 13 year old girl. From what we could hear her said, God. But he outdistanced her and went on down to the nearest joint. And in 15 minutes he is in hell, running from the claims of God, resisting the reproving of the Holy Ghost.

In a northern city, after the benediction had been pronounced, there's a giant tabernacle, a big old high platform. I finally got down to the front, some of the people shaking hands, and I felt somebody tugging at my coat tail.

I looked down, little three and a half year old, gift of God, curly golden hair, beautiful girl. She's tugging at my coat. I looked at her and she lifted up arms, I picked her up, she put her little arms around my shoulder, and began to sob.

I want my daddy to get saved. Three and a half years old. Is there a carpet here that saves a little girl? Didn't know what she's talking about, maybe not, I don't know. But she knew the hell of the home.

I want my daddy to get saved. I became a mother sobbing. She took the little girl out of my arms, and I said to her, I said, now, you do the best you can. See to it that your husband's listening. Three o 'clock, I was on the radio.

He would listen on the radio, but he wouldn't darken the door of anybody's church house. I'd been to his house with the pastor numbers of times. He took delight in cursing God's preachers. No less than six times, I can remember, he ordered me out of his house.

Oh, he was tough. The only time he'd ever listened was on the radio. He had all the answers, he was tough. This little girl said, I want my daddy to get saved. It came to pass in the providence of God that he listened.

About the middle of my message, I asked the radio audience, I wanted to send, I thought, a last warning, reproof from heaven to a man that I hoped was listening. I said, there's a man I think is listening to the sound of my voice now.

You won't attend the divine service. You take delight in showing how tough you are. You order God's preachers out of your house. You're awfully proud, you're wicked. It's your little girl this morning.

Came and says, with her little chubby arms around my neck, she brought a message from heaven's throne. Oh, brother Barnard, I want my daddy to get saved. I said, sir, I think that's the last reproof you'll ever get.

I know I said it. I said, get down there by your radio, tear that old wicked heart of yours out, if you have to, and surrender to God's king. You know what he did? He got up, snapped the radio off, got his hat, slammed it on his head, gave me a curse, kicked the radio, cursed his wife, went to the nearest tavern.

In less than an hour, a man pumped his body full of billets. He is out in the hands of a God who warns he that being often reproved, his neck, as you will for you, shall suddenly be destroyed, and that without remedy.

God’s Holiness and Judgment

God reproves men and women. He warns that he'll not always keep digging around the same tree. After a while, if that tree does not bring forth fruit to glorify God, when his long-suffering has come to the boiling pot, God Almighty faithfully warns, cut it off, without remedy.

I want to remind you this morning that the God of the Bible makes no apologies for us. He kills people. He kills people. This little man, the pen begot, begot now, got whiskers, you know, and said, run along, children, you can't be bothered.

He kills people. Oh, the God and Father, Lord Jesus Christ, according to the Holy Writ, that's endured all the wiles of men to get rid of it, and hadn't been able yet. The God of the Bible left a record he don't apologize for, and sent him to hell.

God did it. They were saved, and they were the household that has come to a head. God would become giving his same end to sin. A record that in his holy wrath, he wiped approximately three billion people off the earth.

He did it with one fell stroke, and sent him to hell. He must be holy. He's a holy God. People tell me, Brother Martin, I just can't accept a God who kills people. Well, get you a little God who don't go on to hell, but the God who so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten son, is the same God who killed three billion people.

At least as many people that tell us we're alive as there are now. And he wiped the whole outfit off, and sent him to hell. Oh, the God and Father, the Lord Jesus Christ, the same one who so loved, he sent fire and brimstone.

He didn't apologize, never has till this good day. He left a record of it for you to read. He wiped the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah, and all the little suburbs, utterly off the face of the earth, so that no man had yet been able to find exactly where they were.

He did it. He kills people. He kills people. I won't speak on tonight if I can, I'm not certain about it. But the God of the Bible found some little boys that were not willing to follow God-anointed human leadership.

Get it now. This generation of spiritual outlaws say, I'll follow no man. Yeah, you're going to hell. And they had some of that in the Old Testament. And God Almighty, you know what he did? He killed 26 ,000 people.

Just opened up the earth, and dropped them into hell without even time to get a suitcase packed, or a toothbrush to carry along, and sent them to hell. Oh, this poor preacher knows that I make a mess when I try to get anybody in this awful hour in piety.

We're very familiar now with God. We're on nice terms with him. There's no reverence. Oh, he's such a nice little fellow. But that's not the God of the Bible, I'll tell you. No, sir. The God of the Bible kills people.

He's a being often reproved. Hardness his neck. What's going to happen to them? Brother, they shall suddenly be destroyed. And that without remedy. Mordecai hammed the deeds and God's powers on him, came to the town where my wife lived most of her life, Oklahoma.

Forty businessmen boycotted, bucked the meeting. He got up public and said every one of the forty men will be dead accidentally, suddenly, tragically within a year. They were. They were. God killed every last one of them.

That's the easiest place to hold a meeting in I've ever been in till this good hour. I've been there three times in the great church. That fear of God, that's been years ago. Those forty businessmen that bucked God, bucked great light.

God killed them. Oh, hear me. Hear me. Sam Jones brought his last message from this text. It's in Oklahoma City. He just spent the time quoting the verse and telling about how he'd seen God do what this verse said.

And he pronounced the benediction, didn't have time for an invitation, jumped into a carriage. They held a train for him a little while. He finally got to the train, went in the Pullman berth, sat out on the berth, dog tired, reached over with his hand to untie one of these of the right or left shoelace, pitched over in the aisle dead, as if to say, by my death I illustrate the fact that men and women are in the hands of God who doesn't have to go to a great deal of trouble to wind this business up and cut men off.

Human Life in the Hands of God

And he just took old Sam to glory. Oh, you're in the hands of a God who cuts men off. The scriptures say in Acts 17 we live and have our being in him. You cannot draw a breath to utter a profane imprecation without a providential God giving you the breath to curse him with.

I wish I could get it into my system. Maybe a little of it ooze out in this generation that willy-nilly will take care of God at some convenient time. I wish I could remind you that the scriptures say that your breath is in his hands.

You cannot wiggle without he gives you the strength to do it. We, mankind, actually live and every move they make in their very existence is in him. In him. In him. It is not true that men ought to be sent to hell, but it is true that everlast one of us ought to have been in hell a long time ago when nothing but the mercy of God is keeping us from being dropped into hell right through this floor this morning.

I can tell you when God Almighty has got it written down for some lost man this morning when he's going to cut you off. You've blown your breath of unbelief and rebellion in his face long enough. Some day he's going to do what he says he'll do.

Cut you off. Cut you off. Brother Jackson, will you come here, please, sir? You're sweet. This is not a joke. Stand here, please, sir. I'm going to ask you now if you want to make some money. I know you need it.

It's mine. I'll give you $500. I'll give you $500. I haven't got it, but I didn't borrow it. I'm not joking now. I'll give you $500 if you walk from here to that back door without God. Now, anybody knows you could make it.

The devil came to the Lord one time, made him a proposition sort of like this. The Lord wouldn't take him up, but maybe you're a little smarter than the Lord. Do you need $500? All right, just tear out there and say, Now, God, I don't need you.

I'll do this myself. You want to tackle it? Now, this isn't prearranged. I mean it. I wish we'd get this truth over to somebody this morning. Don't you think you could make it from here to that door without God?

You don't actually? Brother, you live, and you move, and you have your vision. I doubt not that he could make it, but I ain't fixin' to try it. But I don't know. I don't know. All God hath to do is that next breath.

I say, Bud, you living in God's world like you can get along without me. You created yourself. I gave you life. This is strength. No, sir, I gave it to you. Rest, and you'll exist and move and live just as long as God chose mercy.

The Gospel Must Be Heard and Received

It doesn't cut you off, but the God of the Bible cuts men off. He that be an orphan reproved, hardness his neck, shall suddenly be destroyed, and that without remission. On the 22nd night of December, years since, in the city of Detroit, Michigan, a woman sat beside a young woman, I'll never forget it, on the 4th row benches from the front.

The Christian woman, I presume, was on the edge, and the young lady by her. Vectly we stood and began to sing. I noticed that the woman put her hand on the young lady's shoulder, and that it made, and she said something, and it made the young lady extremely angry.

And I couldn't help it until I get to the judgment I'm going to keep on believing that I was under orders. And I had to go down, oh, it was a big old high pulpit, big old tabernacle outfit, and everybody took out, you know, and watched me, but I couldn't help it.

While they sang, I went down those winding stairs. I said, Lord, I ain't got a single last to say. But I walked on, and I didn't have anything to say, but I had to go. I went down and started walking.

I said, Lord, you'll have to tell me what to say. He wouldn't say a word. And when I got there, I looked up. He didn't tell me there's no hell. I saw it. I never got to say a word. The young lady beat me to it.

She said, I said, as you wish. That's all I said. Of course, I had to keep my mouth shut. They came smashing the pizzas every second of the day. If you invoke his name, say, for Christ's sake, leave me alone.

Here's one preacher that'll start running. And I did. On the first day of January, that's the 22nd of December, I remember, she and her fiancé were in her coupe, little coupe, you remember. They were driving through the traffic of Detroit, Michigan, to have New Year's lunch.

And they had what the Detroit Free Press published the next day, an accident. Their little coupe and the big old five, big car, ran head-on. There were eight people, as I remember, in the big car. Not a one-odd was hurt.

Her young man fiancé was not hurt. She was instantly killed. The papers talked about meeting at death accidentally, but she didn't. I know exactly what happened to her. One time my Lord got his disciples and paired them up, two by two, said, get out, take this message, take it!

And he said, don't stop to explain much, just take it! And go through the cities. The British are coming, judgment's coming. And then he gave them this precious promise, he that heareth you. How's a man going to hear from God now?

Faith cometh by hearing. Hearing by the word of God. Your pastor says, keep on your lives! Or go to hell, one or the other. That's it. He left to hear from some lip of clay. Heareth me, brother! Spit on your hand, tell the devil to go back to hell!

Where I came from, I apologize to no man! When you hear me, watch out! You're hearing from God. He that heareth you! That's what God says, heareth me. Apologize, please! Ting, all hell may split! But announce and proclaim it!

He that heareth you, heareth me! But the verse continues, he that despises, treats rightly! Treats rightly! Treats rightly! You, despises me, said the Lord! He that despises the preacher or the witness, despises the Lord Jesus.

He that despises the Lord Jesus, despises the God of the universe who sent me. And when I walked down that aisle, when she looked me in the face and said, for Christ's sake, leave me alone. Ladies and gentlemen, she wasn't just talking to me.

She was talking to the Lord, glory. And on the first day of January, he just left her alone. That's all God has to do to send you to hell right now, before we can have an invitation. Just take his hand off of you.

The Final Call to Surrender

That's all. Drop you into hell. God answered her prayer. Pastor said this congregation didn't make near as many as you should. If you get in here and quit playing mumble peg a lot of you, act like you know the Lord.

Said you made over 3 ,000 visits a month before I came. Well, keep on. Remember, if you go with God's message, you don't go alone. And remember, it's full of dynamite. They despise you, they despise him.

Remember, if they hear you, they hear him. Oh, and to hear him, who after a while cuts men off, is to treat lightly. Treat lightly those who bring the message. Don't ever give up. The last word, this destruction is without remission.

When God cuts you off, that's it. That's it. Bad enough when a daughter, father and mother said, don't come home, you're no longer our daughter. Bad enough. But when God Almighty unsheathes the arm of power, says take that, cut that boy off, it's utterly without remedy.

That's it. That's it. That's it. Dwight L. Moody brought what proved to be his last message in Kansas City, Missouri. He didn't know it, of course. But he never preached again. He was in the Municipal Auditorium, Kansas City, Missouri.

That message which proved to be his last one, he preached on excuses, these little trifling excuses. Men try to lay the blame for their damnation on a holy God. And he began to unravel them. Here was his invitation.

After he'd finished preaching, he said, How many people here in this auditorium wish to send a telegram to heaven? God in heaven, on this and in the date, in the Municipal Auditorium in Kansas City, Missouri, I have heard your humble servant press your claims for your son on me.

God in heaven, wish to be excused. Mr. Moody said, Let's wind up this battle. Let's come to an end to all this foolishness. Let's just do business with God. Let's just send him a telegram. Now, be honest for one time in your life.

Come on out in the open for just one time in your life. And just say, God, tireless, I beg to be excused. I will not bow to your demands for your son in my life. I won't do it. That settles it. He said, I want you to stand.

Well, nobody did. By standing, but with the judgment we'll find out how many of them did it in their hearts. And then he said, All right, how many people here wish to send God a telegram? He said, The line's open.

God in heaven, on this certain day in this place, I have heard your humble servant press upon me the claims you have for your son and your demands. I beg not to be excused. I beg to be accepted. And I turn myself over to him with eyes like this I've never seen.

But in faith, I turn myself over to your son and say to him, Take me and break me. And if it pleases you, save me. And the people stood in the good providence of God. This is next to the line. And I want God to know it.

Come on, be honest. I doubled-obeyed. Be honest for once and stand up. I mean it. Let's send a telegram to God. And while they've been coming in every other service and rededicating, he said, Why don't you bow to Jesus and get this thing settled?

Healing your wounds, sparkling, blubbing around, and doing it with God by total surrender. If you don't intend to do it, what great big will the preacher say you've got? Now, I want everybody to look at me.

Leave me alone. I don't want God, nobody else fooling with me. This die is cast unto the Lord. Nobody stand. I mean it. I'll meet you to judgment. One time I tried to get you to be honest. Stand up. Be honest at least.

It might help you a little in hell that you're honest. Quit hiding. If you won't, I've come to the moment of invitation. How many people this morning who say, God in heaven, on the 11th day of July in the year of our Lord, 1965, in a building where the congregation of Greenwood Baptist Church in Pasadena, Texas, meets for worship and so forth, I've heard a little old preacher demand in your name, total surrender, a coming to an end of all hedging, just shell out.

And I come and cast myself. He's got a right to do as he pleases, but I'm on his hands. I surrender. He comes saying, Lord, if thou wilt, thou canst make me whole, but what this morning in grace and mercy, he might say, okay, I will.

Somebody go away from here, no personal worker would have to assure him something happened, the Lord would do it. And he said, the Lord's received me. The Lord's received me. That's my message. I'll meet you when all others are yonder to judgment.

While judgment stays, in Christ Jesus' name, I demand unconditional surrender to the Lord Jesus Christ now and throughout the reaches of eternity. Spirit of God, if you did what he's telling you to do this morning, some would come and invest your life in this congregation.

If you don't want to get in and pull and stand and strive to have a voice crying in this wilderness, don't come. But if you do, if that's what the Spirit of God leads, you come. Some ought to come and say, the Lord saved me.

I want baptism. While you're coming, I invite you. Since you haven't taken me up, I'm in it publicly. I said, God, you keep your hands off of me, I will not bow. Since you wouldn't do that, I beg you, I plead with you, throw up your hands and surrender to him.

You walk this aisle to say so. Our Father in Jesus' name, the poor preacher's done the best he knew how, and you've given some liberty in the function of the Holy Ghost. We thank you for it now. Now it's between the Holy Spirit and men and women.

Oh, if it can by that, according to thy good pleasure, speak to somebody one more time, reprove them one more time, dig about them one more time, whip them out of their little hiding place one more time, face them with the royal claims of Jesus Christ one more time, we'll thank you.

For bloodstained Jesus' sake, while we stand and sing, don't wait. Come on, pass me not, O gentle Savior. Give my humble cry, while on others thou art calling, do not pass me by. Come on, if you can. I know you cannot, but come on.