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MORNING & EVENING
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THE MIRACLE OF BELIEF
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UNDER THE WINGS
William O. Cushing, 1823–1902 He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge. (Psalm 91:4) Daily living is often filled with unexpected dangers. We never know what lies ahead as we begin each new day. How does a person cope with uncertainty and have the stability to live victoriously?…
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MORNING & EVENING
Many persons want to know their election before they look to Christ, but they cannot learn it thus, it is only to be discovered by “looking unto Jesus.” If you desire to ascertain your own election;—after the following manner, shall you assure your heart before God. Do you feel yourself to be a lost, guilty…
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THE NOTION OF DIVINE CONTROL
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JESUS NEVER FAILS
Words and Music by Arthur A. Luther, 1891–1960 Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away. (Matthew 24:35) Just when my hopes have vanished, just when my friends forsake,Just when the fight is thickest, just when with fear I shake,Then comes a still small whisper, “Fear not my child, I’m…
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MORNING & EVENING
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THE POINT OF SPIRITUAL HONOR
My Utmost For His Highest I am debtor both to the Greeks, and to the barbarians. Romans 1:14 Paul was overwhelmed with the sense of his indebtedness to Jesus Christ, and he spent himself to express it. The great inspiration in Paul’s life was his view of Jesus Christ as his spiritual creditor. Do I…
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HE HIDETH MY SOUL
Fanny J. Crosby, 1820–1915 I will put you in a cleft in the rock and cover you with my hand. (Exodus 33:22) The beloved blind American poet Fanny Jane Crosby did not begin writing gospel texts until her mid-forties. But from then on, inspiring words seemed to flow constantly from her heart, and she became…
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MORNING & EVENING
Keep the altar of private prayer burning. This is the very life of all piety. The sanctuary and family altars borrow their fires here, therefore let this burn well. Secret devotion is the very essence, evidence, and barometer, of vital and experimental religion. Burn here the fat of your sacrifices. Let your closet seasons be,…