December 10, 1958

Born of a virgin, sweet and mild,

The very God and man;

The Savior of the lost, lost world,

According to God's plan.

Born in an ox stall, we are told,

A manger cradled him;

Who later wore a seamless robe,

A robe without a hem.

Sweet is the story often told,

Of Jesus Christ the Lamb;

The Son of the Eternal God,

The Mighty Great I Am.

The angel told the sheperds that,

A Savior had been born;

And lo they found the babe that night,

Before the dawn of morn.

God gave the best He had for us,

What shall we give to Him?

We may not have silver or gold,

Or that of precious gems;

But we can give to Him our love,

Our body, soul and mind;

And in so giving we shall then,

Great peace and comfort find.

~J. J. Davis~

December 10, 1958

Photo by: Vinson Mouser

For unto us a child is born,

A gift of Love Divine;

The greatest gift in all the world,

To heal the soul and mind.

The government shall be on Him,

His shoulder thus must bear;

He loves us with such tender love,

And for our souls doth care.

His name shall be called wonderful,

The Prince of Peace is He;

And for salvation's plan He died,

Upon Mount Cavalry.

 His name shall be called Counsellor,

A mighty God is He;

The Everlasting Father, too,

For you, my friend and me.

The increase of His government,

And peace shall be no end;

His life is pure and Holy,

In Him we find no sin.

How beautiful the whole of life,

Becomes when we thus yield;

Our all unto this blessed Christ,

And do His holy will. 

~J. J. Davis~

November 16, 1958

There is a way, and in that way,

A way of holiness;

And all who travel on this way,

Enjoy great happiness.

The carnal mind has no control,

Over the sanctified;

For they have been cleansed from all sin,

The old man in them died.

How wonderful to be set free,

To be made pure within;

To have God's glory in the soul,

And triumph over sin.

Christ Jesus prayed that you and I,

Might be united here;

Might have His perfect love within,

To save us from all fear.

Keep thyself pure, if you would be,

A bright and shinning light;

To glorify the King of kings,

Who dwells where comes no night.

Worship the Lord in the beauty,

Beauty of holiness;

For is so doing you shall find,

The soul is richly blessed.

~J. J. Davis~

November 15, 1958

And now abideth faith, hope, love,

To strengthen us within;

That we might gain the victory,

Victory o'er all sin.

Why dwell in Egypt's bondage here,

Since we may be set free;

And dwell in Canaan's promised land,

Enjoying liberty?

The devil seeks our souls to sieve,

Leaving only the chaff;

By which he'd have us daily live,

Expressing lust and wrath. 

God seeks our souls to purify,

To give to us His best;

By which to live day after day,

Enjoying peace and rest.

Free moral agents are we here,

We choose which way to go;

One choice gives life, the other death,

To mortals here below.

Come let us choose the better part,

As Mary did of old;

For such a choice refinement gives,

To body, mind and soul.

~J. J. Davis~

November 25, 1958

I've been redeemed, I've been redeemed,

All glory to the Lamb;

'Tis wonderful to be made pure,

Like God, the Great I am.

Outside the gate, my Savior died,

That I might be made whole;

Redeeming grace has done so much,

For body, mind, and soul.

Wounded was He for you and me,

That we might be set free;

Free from our many sins, you know,

And from carnality.

I've been redeemed, how wonderful,

His love my soul doth thrill;

It is a joy, indeed to know,

And do his blessed will.

How wonderful to walk with Him,

The Bright and Morning Star;

And do our best to make in life,

For Him a perfect par.

And when the shadows lenghten long,

The sun sets in the West;

I trust that I shall have been true,

And pass the final test.

~J. J. Davis~

November 24, 1958

Photo by: Lucrecia Mouser

By faith we run the Christian race,

We bear the fruit of love;

By faith we lay our treasures where,

They should be, up above.

By faith we seek and find the lost,

And bring them to the Lord;

And try to help them to become,

With Him of one accord.

By faith we overcome all sin,

We pour the oil and wine;

To heal the many hurts which sin,

Inflicts upon mankind.

By faith we consecrate our all,

Unto the living god;

Who comforts with his blessed staff,

And with His Holy rod.

By faith we bear the fruit of joy,

Also the fruit of peace;

By faith our souls are sanctified,

That we might bear increase.

And when our mundane course is run,

The battles we have fought;

By faith we then shall go to God;

Behold what He has wrought.

~J. J. Davis~

November 23, 1958

I know a little bird which hums,

Its melody so sweet;

Throughout the day the little bird, 

And flowers often meet.

O, what a lesson we may learn,

yea, from this humming bird;

We, too, should seek the nectar rare,

And hide God's holy word;

Deep down within the inner life,

To help us shun the wrong;

To help us quit ourselves like men,

That we might be real strong.

And to the ant we may resort,

And there a lesson find;

Concerning preperation, dear,

Throughout the summer time.

And to the lilies let us go,

Behold their beauty rare;

And there a lesson we shall learn,

About our Father's care.

And best of all, we, too, may sit,

As Mary did of old;

Close by the Master's feet while here,

Learn truths to bless the soul.

~J. J. Davis~