He Hath Given Me Rest By His

See How Ye Pharisee In The Temple Stands, And Justifies Himself With Lifted Hands. Whilst Ye Poor Publican With Downcast Eyes, Conscious Of Guilt To God For Mercy Cries.

Dost Thou Understand Me, Sinful Soul? He Wrestled With Justice, That Thou Mightest Have Rest; He Wept And Mourned, That Thou Mightest Laugh And Rejoice; He Was Betrayed, That Thou Mightest Go Free; Was Apprehended, That Thou Mightest Escape; He Was Condemned, That Thou Mightest Be Justified; And Was Killed, That Thou Mightest Live; He Wore A Crown Of Thorns, That Thou Mightest Wear A Crown Of Glory; And Was Nailed To The Cross, With His Arms Wide Open, To Show With What Freeness All His Merits Shall Be Bestowed On The Coming Soul; And How Heartily He Will Receive It Into His Bosom?

Beware Of Resting In The Word Of The Kingdom, Without The Spirit And Power Of The Kingdom Of That Gospel, For The Gospel Coming In Word Only Saves Nobody, For The Kingdom Of God Or The Gospel, Where It Comes To Salvation, Is Not In Word But In Power.

The Swamp Of Despond Is That Place Set Before The Narrow Gate Where True And False Pilgrims Alike Are Assaulted By Their Own Internal Corruption And Pollution. The Dirt And Scum That Has Attached Itself To Our Hearts And Minds Is Agitated And Revealed By Both The Workings Of A Guilty Conscience And The Devouring Avarice Of The Enemy Of Our Souls.the

A Comely Sight Indeed It Is To See, A World Of Blossoms On An Apple Tree.