Look To Jesus


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*Pastor’s Note: A.B. Simpson was a very well respected Canadian preacher, theologian and author who lived from December 15, 1843 to October 29, 1919. My prayer is that you will be blessed and inspired by his poetry as much as I am.


LOOK TO JESUS

Are you looking at your sins and failures?
Look to Jesus.
Are you seeking to be saved by trying?
Look to Jesus.
One sight of Him is worth a thousand tears,
One word from Him will banish all your fears,
One smile from Him, oh, how it helps and cheers,
Look away to Jesus.

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Are you looking at your grief and sorrow?
Look to Jesus.
Are you anxious for the coming morrow?
Look to Jesus.
One sight of Him will melt your clouds away,
One word from Him will turn your night to day,
One smile from Him illumine all your way,
Look away to Jesus.

Has the vision of the world defiled you?
Look to Jesus.
Has some smiling face of clay beguiled you?
Look to Jesus.
One look at Him, and earth no more can charm,
One word from Him, and naught can e’er alarm,
One smile from Him will Satan’s wiles disarm,
Look away to Jesus.

Are you looking at your heart for feeling?
Look to Jesus.
Are you looking for some sign of healing?
Look to Jesus.
Look out, not in, and stop your vain repining,
Look past the cloud and see the silver lining,
He is your Sun and He is ever shining,
Look away to Jesus.

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Are you looking at the people round you?
Look to Jesus.
Do the things that sometimes come astound you?
Look to Jesus.
Look unto Him, for none but He can guide,
Look unto Him, no matter what betide,
Look unto Him, He always is beside,
Look away to Jesus.

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From Songs of the Spirit: Poetry by A. B. Simpson. Public Domain

About Roland Ledoux

Pastor of Oasis Bible Ministry, an outreach ministry of teaching, encouragement and intercessory prayer from the Holy Bible, the written Word of God and author of the ministry website, For The Love of God. He lives in Delta, Colorado with his beautiful wife of 50+ years and a beautiful yellow lab whom they affectionately call Bella.
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