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Morning & Evening
Godly sorrow worketh repentance. — 2 Corinthians 7:10 Genuine, spiritual mourning for sin is the work of the Spirit of God. Repentance is too choice a flower to grow in nature’s garden. Pearls grow naturally in oysters, but penitence never shows itself in sinners except divine grace works it in them. If thou hast one…
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Morning & Evening
I will meditate in thy precepts. — Psalm 119:15 There are times when solitude is better than society, and silence is wiser than speech. We should be better Christians if we were more alone, waiting upon God, and gathering through meditation on his Word spiritual strength for labour in his service. We ought to muse…
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YE CHRISTIAN HERALDS
Amazing Grace Bourne H. Draper, 1775–1843 How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, “your God reigns!” (Isaiah 52:7) Many of us are often guilty of taking our pastors, missionaries, and Christian leaders for granted.…
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Morning & Evening
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Morning & Evening
We learn from this narrative, the necessity of human agency. The draught of fishes was miraculous, yet neither the fisherman nor his boat, nor his fishing tackle were ignored; but all were used to take the fishes. So in the saving of souls, God worketh by means; and while the present economy of grace shall…
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I LOVE TO TELL THE STORY
Amazing Grace A. Catherine Hankey, 1834–1911The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life, and he who wins souls is wise. (Proverbs 11:30) Soul-winning should be the normal product of our commitment to discipleship and a daily intimate relationship with the Lord. Soul-winning is not salesmanship, in which we try to manipulate or subdue…
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Morning & Evening
Oftentimes we look forward with forebodings to the time of old age, forgetful that at eventide it shall be light. To many saints, old age is the choicest season in their lives. A balmier air fans the mariner’s cheek as he nears the shore of immortality, fewer waves ruffle his sea, quiet reigns, deep, still…