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Lord’s Day 47, 2018


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 XXII.
Help in time of need.

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Unless the Lord had been my stay
(With trembling joy my soul may say)
My cruel foe had gain’d his end:
But he appear’d for my relief,
And Satan sees, with shame and grief,
That I have an almighty friend.

O, ’twas a dark and trying hour,
When harass’d by the tempter’s pow’r,
I felt my strongest hopes decline!
You only who have known his arts,
You only who have felt his darts,
Can pity such a case as mine.

Loud in my ears a charge he read,
(My conscience witness’d all he said)
My long black list of outward sin;
Then bringing forth my heart to view,
Too well what’s hidden there he knew,
He showed me ten–times worse within.

’Tis all too true, my soul reply’d,
But I remember Jesus dy’d,
And now he fills a throne of grace;
I’ll go, as I have done before,
His mercy I may still implore,
I have his promise, “Seek my face.”

But, as when sudden fogs arise,
The trees and hills, the sun and skies,
Are all at once conceal’d from view;
So clouds of horror, black as night,
By Satan rais’d, hid from my sight,
The throne of grace and promise too.

Then, while beset with guilt and fear,
He try’d to urge me to despair,
He try’d, and he almost prevail’d;
But Jesus, by a heav’nly ray,
Drove clouds, and guilt, and fear away,
And all the tempter’s malice fail’d.

—John Newton, 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 2018·11·25 by David Kjos
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