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Lord’s Day 43, 2017


I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord.”

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What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who is against us? He who did not spare His own Son, but delivered Him over for us all, how will He not also with Him freely give us all things? Who will bring a charge against God’s elect? God is the one who justifies; who is the one who condemns? Christ Jesus is He who died, yes, rather who was raised, who is at the right hand of God, who also intercedes for us. Who will separate us from the love of Christ? Will tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? Just as it is written,

“For Your sake we are being put to death all day long;
 We were considered as sheep to be slaughtered.”

But in all these things we overwhelmingly conquer through Him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

—Romans 8:31–39

Hymn XI.
The effort.
imageJohn Newton (1725–1807)

Cheer up, my soul, there is a mercy-seat
Sprinkled with blood, where Jesus answers pray’r;
There humbly cast thyself, beneath his feet,
For never needy sinner perish’d there.

Lord, I am come! thy promise is my plea,
Without thy word I durst not venture nigh;
But thou hast call’d the burden’d soul to thee,
A weary burden’d soul, O Lord, am I!

Bow’d down beneath a heavy load of sin,
By Satan’s fierce temptations sorely prest,
Beset without, and full of fears within,
Trembling and faint I come to thee for rest.

Be thou my refuge, Lord, my hiding–place,
I know no force can tear me from thy side;
Unmov’d I then may all accusers face,
And answer ev’ry charge, with, “Jesus dy’d.”

Yes, thou didst weep, and bleed, and groan, and die,
Well hast thou known what fierce temptations mean;
Such was thy love, and now, enthron’d on high,
The same compassions in thy bosom reign.

Lord give me faith—he hears—what grace is this!
Dry up thy tears, my soul, and cease to grieve:
He shews me what he did, and who he is,
I must, I will, I can, I do believe.

Olney Hymns. Book III: On the Rise, Progress, Changes, and Comforts of the Spiritual Life.

Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.


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Posted 2017·10·22 by David Kjos
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