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Lord’s Day 35, 2008

I reioyced, when they sayd to me, We wil go into the house of the Lord. Psalme 122:1, (Geneva Bible)

ASSURANCE

Almighty God,

I am loved with everlasting love,
clothed in eternal righteousness,
         my peace flowing like a river,
         my comforts many and large,
         my joy and triumph unutterable,
         my soul lively with a knowledge of salvation,
         my sense of justification unclouded.
I have scarce anything to pray for;
Jesus smiles upon my soul as a ray of heaven
   and my supplications are swallowed up in praise.
How sweet is the glorious doctrine of election
   when based upon thy Word
   and wrought inwardly within the soul!
I bless thee that thou wilt keep the sinner
      thou hast loved,
   and hast engaged that he will not forsake thee,
   else I would never get to heaven.
I wrong the grace in my heart
   if I deny my new nature and my eternal life.
If Jesus were not my righteousness and redemption,
   I would sink into nethermost hell
   by my misdoings, shortcomings, unbelief, unlove;
If Jesus were not by the the power of his spirit
   my sanctification,
   there is no sin I should not commit.
O when shall I have his mind!
   when shall I be conformed to his image?
All the good things of life are less than nothing
   when compared with his love,
   and with one glimpse of thy electing favor.
All the treasures of a million worlds could not
   make me richer, happier, more contented,
   for his unsearchable riches are mine.
One moment of communion with him, one view
   of his grace,
   is ineffable, inestimable.
But O God, I could not long after thy presence
   if I did not know the sweetness of it;
   and such I could not know except by the Spirit
   in my heart, nor love thee at all unless thou didst
   elect me,
   call me,
   adopt me,
   save me.
I bless thee for the covenant of grace.

—from The Valley of Vision, Arthur Bennett, editor (Banner of Truth Trust, 2002).

Psalme 129
(Geneva Bible)
A song of degrees.

1 They haue often times afflicted me from my youth (may Israel nowe say)
2 They haue often times afflicted me from my youth: but they could not preuaile against me.
3 The plowers plowed vpon my backe, and made long furrowes.
4 But the righteous Lord hath cut the cordes of the wicked.
5 They that hate Zion, shalbe all ashamed and turned backward.
6 They shalbe as the grasse on the house tops, which withereth afore it commeth forth.
7 Whereof the mower filleth not his hand, neither the glainer his lap:
8 Neither they, which go by, say, The blessing of the Lord be vpon you, or, We blesse you in the Name of the Lord.

Sermons
Albert Mohler
Alistair Begg
Bret Capranica
David Legge
David Strain
Jason Robertson
John MacArthur
John Piper
Mark Loughridge
Michael Beasley
Paul Lamey
Paul W. Martin
Phil Johnson
Phillip M. Way
R.C. Sproul
Steve Weaver
Thabiti Abyabwile

Grace be with you, and Peace from God our Father, and from the Lorde Jesus Christ.

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