Willie Hughes - Preacher's Convention - March 1929

With humbleness and thankfulness,

I take my pen tonight.

For distant friends and brethren

Have requested me to write.

Friends to whom news had come

That in Australia this year,

Workers, messengers of Christ,

Would meet from far and near.

 

Just 1900 years ago within an upper room

A 120 waited for the Holy Ghost to come.

And in a tent, we met and numbered

Just the same as they,

And prayed for that same Spirit,

To descend on us again.

 

In memory of a worker true,

Upon the opening day,

We sang the words, 'Lord Jesus, lead

Oh, lead me lest I stray.'

 

Remembering too, another who

Was ranked amongst the best.

We sang, 'Upon a lonely mount

Obeying God's behest.'

 

A brother then addressed us,

And we know by God was moved.

On how to serve as Jesus served

And love as Jesus loved.

 

I trust I grasped the import -

And that we shall ne'er forget,

That in that simple truth is stored,

More than men ever yet,

Have heard from school or college,

From learned, or great or wise,

Of how to be God's messenger

And run to gain the prize.

 

We know that Jacob's well is deep,

But simple Truth e'er nerved,

Men's hearts to love as Jesus loved

And serve as Jesus served.

 

A brother told of how God,

To Moses, His commission gave.

From Egypt's' cruel bondage,

To deliver every slave.

God answered all excuses which,

Which fearful servant gives.

 

We listened to a laborer,

fresh from a foreign field,

Speak helpfully and hopefully

Of how that land doth yield.

And how the words of Christ,

To go in His appointed way,

Are practiced and workable,

On foreign shores today.

 

In other meetings - young and old,

brethren and sisters too,

Told what the Lord had taught

Them of His work to do.

Of how to preach the Gospel,

how in unity to dwell.

And how to live each passing day

So as to spend it well.

 

Little was said by anyone

Of sufferings endured,

we scarce remember ought,

Of how the former things allured.

 

The bride forgets her sorrow

Because a son is born.

We would forget and rise above,

Man's hatred and his scorn.

 

That grand prayer that Jesus prayed,

Our hearts would offer, too,

'Father "Divine" forgive them,

For they know not what they do.'

 

We all may scatter far away,

Be sundered many a mile,

But as we read, 'Come ye

Yourselves apart and rest awhile.'

 

Our hearts and minds will wonder back

On two sweet days this year,

When fellowship and service,

In the Lord was made more dear.

 

May we be bound as one in Christ,

None seeking here his own,

And so at last our sheaves to bring

And lay before His throne.

 

Our one grand purpose here,

Shall be, by God approved,

And ever serve as Jesus served

And love as Jesus loved.