The Work That Saves – by Horatius Bonar

He loves us – wonderful truth!

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The Work That Saves

Done is the work that Saves!

Once and forever done.

Finished the righteousness

That clothes the unrighteous one.

The love that blesses us below

Is flowing freely to us now.

The sacrifice is o’er,

The veil is rent in twain,

The mercy-seat is red

With blood of victim slain;

Why stand we then without in fear?

The blood divine invites us near.

The gate is open wide,

The new and living way

Is clear and free and bright,

With love and peace and day;

Into the holiest now we come,

Our present and our endless home.

Upon the mercy-seat

The High Priest sits within;

The blood is in his hand

Which makes and keeps us clean.

With boldness let us now draw near,

That blood has banished every fear.

Then to the Lamb once slain

Be glory, praise and power,

Who died and lives again,

Who…

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Our King is Coming ~

A blessed reminder!

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

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Our King is coming,
soon Jesus will reign
He’ll wipe every tear
and heal all the pain.

Our King is coming,
the day is so near
His peace will bring
the end to all fear.

Our King is coming,
soon it will be
when pain no longer
will our eyes see.

Our King is coming,
no more death or dying
no more sounds of sobs
from broken heart’s crying.

Our King is coming,
all things will be new
oh, what joy there will be
for me and for you!

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Revelation 21:4

“And God shall wipe away
all tears from their eyes;
and there shall be no more death,
neither sorrow, nor crying,
neither shall there be
any more pain:
for the former things
are passed away.”

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2016
Deborah Ann Belka

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A Message for the Houseless Soul

Do not refuse Him Who speaks from Heaven – hear His servants…

quotes and notes and opinions

“Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling-place in all generations.”- Psa 90:1

Some of you despise Christ, my blessed Master. Many of you think sin to be a trifle, and grace to be worthless, heaven to be a vision, and hell to be a fiction. Some of you are careless, and hardened, and thoughtless, without God, and without Christ. Oh! my hearers, I wonder at myself that I should have so little benevolence, that I do not preach more fervently to you. Methinks if I could get a right estimate of your souls’ value that I should speak not as I do now with stammering tongue, but with flaming words. I have great cause to blush at my own slothfulness, though God knows I have striven to preach God’s truth as vehemently as possible, and would spend myself in His service; but I wonder I do not stand in every…

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