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Morning & Evening
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CHRIST LIVETH IN ME
Amazing Grace Daniel W. Whittle, 1840–1901 I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ liveth in me. (Galatians 2:20) “Don’t you know that you yourselves are God’s temple and that God’s Spirit lives in you?” (1 Corinthians 3:16). One can almost hear the apostle Paul exhorting the carnal Christians at…
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Morning & Evening
Let us not imagine that the soul sleeps in insensibility. “Today shalt thou be with me in paradise,” is the whisper of Christ to every dying saint. They “sleep in Jesus,” but their souls are before the throne of God, praising him day and night in his temple, singing hallelujahs to him who washed them…
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THE HAVEN OF REST
Amazing Grace Henry L. Gilmour, 1836–1920 We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain, where Jesus, who went before us, has entered on our behalf. (Hebrews 6:19) What stabilizers are to a ship in stormy water, the conscious presence of Christ is…
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Morning & Evening
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MY SINS ARE BLOTTED OUT, I KNOW!
Amazing Grace Words and Music by Merrill Dunlop, 1905–2002 I, even I, am He who blots out your transgressions, for My own sake, and remembers your sins no more. (Isaiah 43:25) Forgiveness—when God buries our sins and does not mark the grave.— Louis Paul Lehman Many Christians have suffered great emotional, mental, and even physical…
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Morning & Evening
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NO ONE EVER CARED FOR ME LIKE JESUS
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Morning & Evening
What must be the apostate professor’s doom when his naked soul appears before God? How will he bear that voice, “Depart, ye cursed; thou hast rejected me, and I reject thee; thou hast played the harlot, and departed from me: I also have banished thee for ever from my presence, and will not have mercy…
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Morning & Evening
Our knowledge of Christ is somewhat like climbing one of our Welsh mountains. When you are at the base you see but little: the mountain itself appears to be but one-half as high as it really is. Confined in a little valley, you discover scarcely anything but the rippling brooks as they descend into the…