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Lord’s Day 43, 2018


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

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I looked when He broke the sixth seal, and there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth made of hair, and the whole moon became like blood; and the stars of the sky fell to the earth, as a fig tree casts its unripe figs when shaken by a great wind. The sky was split apart like a scroll when it is rolled up, and every mountain and island were moved out of their places. Then the kings of the earth and the great men and the commanders and the rich and the strong and every slave and free man hid themselves in the caves and among the rocks of the mountains; and they said to the mountains and to the rocks, “Fall on us and hide us from the presence of Him who sits on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb; for the great day of their wrath has come, and who is able to stand?”

—Revelation 6:12–17

The Day of the Lord

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Give ear, earth, give ear!
Depths of the mighty sea!
Give ear, O man! Give ear,
All ’neath the sun that be!

The day of wrath draws near,
The dreadful day of doom;
The sinner’s bitter day,
It maketh haste to come.

Then shall these ancient skies
Roll up and pass away;
The sun shall blush, and hide
Its face in dread dismay.

The moon shall change and flee;
The noon grow dark as night;
The stars shall fall to earth
In wild and sore affright.

Alas! alas! alas!
To whom, in that great day,
Shall the sad sinner flee,
On whom for refuge stay?

Lost, lost, for ever lost!
Too late! too late! he cries;
Lost, lost, for ever lost!
The second death he dies.

O Jesu, save and bless,
O Son of God on high:
Then safe in Thee we live,
And safe in Thee we die.

Safe to the holy hills,
Safe to the city blest;
Safe from the toil below,
Thou leadest to thy rest.

—Horatius Bonar, Hymns of Faith and Hope, Second Series (James Nisbet & Co., 1878).

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


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Posted 2018·10·28 by David Kjos
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