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I am seeking the distressed one

But I am seeking the distressed one, and I am impatient to be the means of his comfort. It may be my words are now sounding in the ear of one of my weary, wounded fellow-countrymen. You have been long time tossing on the bed of languishing, and the time for thought has been blessed to your soul by God. You are now feeling the guilt of your life, and are lamenting the sins of your conduct. You fear there is no hope of pardon, no prospect of forgiveness, and you tremble lest death should lead your guilty soul unforgiven before its Maker. Hear, then, the word of God. Thy pains for sins are God’s work in thy soul He woundeth thee that thou mayest seek him. He would not have showed thee thy sin if he did not intend to pardon. Thou art now a sinner, and Jesus came to save sinners, therefore he came to save thee; yea, he is saving thee now. These strivings of soul are the work of his mercy; there is love in every blow, and grace in every stripe. Believe O troubled one, that he is able to save thee unto the uttermost, and thou shall not believe in vain. Now, in the silence of your agony, look unto him who by his stripes healeth thee. Jesus Christ has suffered the penalty of thy sins, and has endured the wrath of God on thy behalf. See you, yonder crucified Man on Cavalry, and mark thee that those drops of blood are falling for thee, those nailed hands are pierced for thee and that opened side contains a heart within it, full of love to thee,

“None but Jesus I none but Jesus!

Can do helpless sinners good.”

It is simple reliance on him which saves. The negro said, “Massa, I fall fla on de promise;” so if you fall flat on the promise of Jesus, you shall not find him fail you; he will bind up your heart, and make an end to the days of your mourning. We shall meet in heaven one day, to sing hallelujah to the condescending lord; till then, may the God of all grace be our helper. Amen.

“The mighty God will not despise

The contrite hears for sacrifice;

The deep-fetched sigh, the secret groan,

Rises accepted to the throne.

He meets, with tokens of his grace,

The trembling lip, the blushing face;

His bowels yearn when sinners pray;

And mercy bears their sins away.

When filled with grief, o’erwhelm’d with shame,

He, pitying heals their broken frame;

He hears their sad complaints, and spies

His image in their weeping eyes.”

Charles H. Spurgeon- “Healing the Wounded” A Sermon Delivered On Sabbath Morning, November 11, 1855

  1. February 12, 2018 at 7:37 pm

    Thank you, brother. Good words of true comfort.

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