His mercies far and deep and wide, His common grace He does not hide but from His purse full at His side gets every man a piece. His wrath is reconciled to wait while His love can be displayed, so granted-faith won't lack her mate, repentance, gift from God. Here common grace and special meet,
I looked with fearful, trembling heart at clouds both thick and dark, around the mountain rock so tall rumble of the thunder's call. But, ah! the sight!- the gospel bow!- it melts my fear like snow. My heart was eased as grace increased beyond my sin and woe. Chorus: The gospel bow, the gospel bow.
I gaze across the deadened plains No sign of life, no sound of breeze Within the brook, no brook remains No birds are singing in the trees All nature awaits a soothing balm Some small relief to the parched terrain Then far off though the deadly calm I hear the sound of the coming rain
Like Paul of old I got life in my soul, put off the old, crucified to the world. This is definitive but there is the progressive, and with holiness I intend to be aggressive. I want to be purer than a Puritan, and dead to sin like perfect tense. My members yield as instruments, not
Idolatry and adultery are not so far from each other. Its the substitution of the Fountain of living waters for broken cisterns - absolutely useless - or your fountain of youth for mere illusions. They go hand in hand, both using images, and excite your expectations and ambitions. Once allured by the promise of gratification
ENDURANCE OF THE SAINTS: We must and will finish the race, upheld by a preserving grace.
As when God spoke, worlds appeared, He speaks, behold, new creatures!
(Written on a mangy piece of paper that on the flipside contained this alliteration, "The Preeminent Prince of Peace powerfully pursues His people providentially producing proper positional predestined pleasantness." Circa 2013) Lay down the ancient foundation, Jesus Christ the Elect. That precious Stone. Behold His glory! Rejected by the builders, laid bare, scorned, crushed. They
Has the hour passed by unyielding, when you could have closed with Christ?
With weariness of heart I cast my gaze, Soul grieved at all the want around me see;
