Preacher on the Fence

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Preacher on the Fence


I found this old song in my files. It was sung by Ralph Hopkins at Blackstone Valley Baptist Church 25 years ago. It made a real hit then. Somebody ought to be singing it. It is a great song for fellowship meetings. When Ralph sang the chorus he banged on the pulpit, “Come Down! – Come down! Come down from off the Fence!”  I do not know where the music can be obtained, but I have copied the only old print of it I have ever seen.

PREACHER ON THE FENCE

1. From out of the millions of the earth
God often calls a man
To preach the word, and for the truth
To take a royal stand.

 ‘Tis sad to see him shun the cross,
Nor stand in its defense
Between the fields of right and wrong:
A preacher on the fence.

Chorus:

Come down, come down,
Come down from off the fence.
And preach the gospel as it is
And take the consequence.
Come down, come down,
Come down from off the fence.
Your duty’s plain, you can’t remain,
A preacher on the fence.

2. Before him are the souls of men
Bound for Heaven or Hell;
An open Bible in his hand,
And yet he will not tell

All the truth that’s written there, It haveth an offence
The joys of Heaven, The horrors of Hell
A preacher on the fence.

Chorus

3. Most surely God has called the man
To battle for the right.
‘Tis his to ferret out the wrong
And turn on us the light.

And yet he dare not tell the truth,
He fears the consequence,
The most disgusting thing on earth
Is a preacher on the fence.

Chorus

 4. If he should stand up for the wrong,
The right he’d not defend;
If he should stand up for the right,
The wrong he would offend.

His mouth is closed, he cannot speak
For freedom or against.
Great God deliver us from
A preacher on the fence.

Chorus

 6. But soon both sides will find him out
And brand him as a fraud,
A coward who dares not to please
The devil or his God.

Oh God, free us from fear of man,
From cowardly pretence;
Cleanse out the dross and fear of loss,
And keep us off the fence.

Chorus

 


The Bells of Christmas

Baptist Church 1881
Typical (Baptist) church building – 1881

Christmas Bells

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
And in despair I bowed my head;
“There is no peace on earth,” I said;
“For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men.”

Do you know the story behind the (poem) song? My sister who lives in Puerto Rico, sent this article to me in a Christmas letter. I had not read it before and found it interesting. I think you will as well.

“Christmas Bells” was written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow close to the end of the Civil War. Not only had he faced the despair of the war, but his life at this time was one of despair. In 1861 the Civil War began and that same year his wife died in a fire in their library. Henry tried to smother the flames that were burning her dress by wrapping his arms around her. His face, arms and hands were severely burned and he was too ill from his burns and grief to attend her funeral.

The Christmas after her death he wrote: “I can make no record of these days. Better leave them wrapped in silence. Perhaps someday God will give me peace.”

Almost a year later, Longfellow received word that his oldest son, Charles, had been severely wounded.

Listen to his sadness as he wrote, “And in despair I bowed my head. ‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said; ‘For hate is strong and mocks the song of peace on earth, good will to men!’”

But on Christmas day of 1864 he wrote the poem “Christmas Bells.”

With all he had been through he wrote in the last verse, “Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: ‘God is not dead nor doth he sleep. The wrong shall fail, the right prevail, with peace on earth, good will to men!”

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In all that we may be required to endure, let us never forget the last line that Longfellow wrote in his poem!

Mal 3:2 But who may abide the day of his coming? and who shall stand when he appeareth? for he [is] like a refiner’s fire, and like fullers’ soap: