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Lord’s Day 4, 2020


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

The War Song of the Church.

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Sounds the trumpet from afar!
Soldiers of the holy war,
Rise; for you your Captain waits;
Rise, the foe is at the gates.

Arm! the conflict has begun;
Fight! the battle must be won;
Lift the banner to the sky.
Wave its blazing folds on high.

Banner of the blessed tree,—
Round its glory gather ye!
Warriors of the crown and cross,
What is earthly gain or loss?

Life with death, and death with life
Closes now in deadly strife;
Help us with Thy shield and sword,
King and Captain, mighty Lord!

King of glory, Thee alone;
King of kings, Thy name we own!
With Thy banner overhead
Not ten thousand foes we dread.

Spare not toil, nor blood, nor pain.
Not a stroke descends in vain;
Wounded, still no foot we yield
On this ancient battle-field.

More than conquerors even now,
With the war-sweat on our brow,
Onward o’er the well-marked road,
March we as the host of God.

Royal is the sword we wield,
Royal is our battle-field,
Royal is our victory.
Royal shall our triumph be.

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

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


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Posted 2020·01·26 by David Kjos
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