The Gospel 24/7
--------------------------REV. HENRY VENN
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And loudest ye redeemed! glory to God,
And to the Lamb, who bought us with His blood,
From every kindred, nation, people, tongue;
And washed, and sanctified, and saved our souls;
And gave us robes of linen pure, and crowns Of life,
and made us kings and priests to God.
Thousands of thousands --- thousands infinite--
With voice of boundless love, answered--Amen.
And through eternity, near and remote,
The worlds adoring, echoed back -- Amen.
And God the Father, Son and Holy Ghost--
The One Eternal! smiled superior bliss.
And every eye, and every face in heaven,
Reflecting and reflected, beamed with love. --- Pollock.
Oh blessed word, oh deep decree,
More holy than we think!
With God, no grief or woe can be,
No bitter cup to drink;
No sickening hopes, no want or care,
No hurt can ever reach thee there;
Yes, in that Father's shelter'd home,
I know that sorrow cannot come. --- Paul GERHARDT.
"I am much reduced," he remarked in a letter to _______, "and have nothing but a decrease of bodily strength to expect, for my appetite is almost gone; --- not that I have cause of complaint. . . . I have enjoyed the word of God; and 'my meditation of Him has been sweet.' I was never more happy. This one thing I will desire of the Lord, and with the prayer of faith require, that I may find grace sufficient for me. I have a sweet enjoyment of midnight hours when I cannot sleep. At three or four I sit up in my bed, and you and yours and the rest of my children, are before me as in a picture; and I am entreating my God for your growth in usefulness --- for your living a bright example of your Christian profession.
". . . One year and a half I have been nearly a prisoner to my house; soon shall I be (unless suddenly translated) to my chamber, and then to my bed; and then this body shall rest in the grave, and my spirit enter with boldness,' (even mine!) 'into the holiest, by the blood of Jesus!' . . . I am so infirm as not to be able to pray with my own family; nevertheless, 'He that loved me will love me to the end. One thing only I desire, without ceasing --- that, for the sake of' the thousands to whom I have preached 'the unsearchable riches of Christ,' and contended for his glory, I may, in the hour of death, look through an open heaven to a crucified Saviour smiling upon my guilty soul. At the close of a letter to Lady Mary Fitzgerald, January 17, 1795, the following noble sentence occurs: 'I have not slept out of my house, or been further than my garden' and the adjoining fields, for more than eighteen months; yet I enjoy liberty. I soar to heaven, and mix in the society of Cherubim and Seraphim, and all the ransomed of the Lord.'
I have to tell you --- and would, if it were with my last breath --- that I can wish for nothing more than I now find Christ is to me."