John the Beloved, a lowly fisherman, but touched by the Holy Spirit possibly in a way as no other man. He had been with Jesus!

Thus was John, and thus is John!

"On Calvary's hill of sorrow,

Where sin's demands were paid,

And rays of hope for tomorrow,

Across our path were laid."

Today no condemnation,

Abides to turn away,

My soul from His Salvation,

He's in my heart to stay."

When gloom and sadness whisper,

You've sinned no use to pray,

I look away to Jesus,

And He tells me to say:"

And when we reach the portal,

Where life forever reigns,

The ransomed hosts' grand final,

Will be this glad refrain."

I see a crimson stream of Blood,

It flows from Calvary,

Its waves which reach the Throne of God,

Are sweeping over me."

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