YOU WHOM MY SOUL LOVES

 

YOU WHOM MY SOUL LOVES Tell me, O one I love, where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest them at midday? Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your companions? Song of Songs 1:7 Beloved, do you not long for God's quiet—the inner chambers, the shadow of the Almighty, the secret of His presence? Perhaps your life has been all about driving and doing, or maybe straining, struggling, longing but not obtaining. Oh, for rest! To lie down on His bosom and know that you have everything in Him—that every question is answered, every doubt settled, every interest secured, every prayer answered, and every desire fulfilled. Lift up your cry, "Tell me, O You whom my soul loves, where You feed Your flock, where You make it rest at noon!" Blessed be His name! He has this for us—His exclusive love. It is a love that each of us feels is entirely for ourselves, a love in which we can rest on His breast and have a place that no one else can take. And yet His heart is so vast that He can hold a thousand million souls just as near, and each one feels as if they alone possess Him, just as the thousands of little pools on the shore each reflect the entire sun. Christ can teach us this secret of His deepest love. By A.B. Simpson

 

SONG OF THE 144,000

 

SONG OF THE 144,000 Study of Revelation Continued REVELATION 14.1 I saw, and behold, the Lamb standing on Mount Zion, and with him one hundred forty-four thousand, having his name, and the name of his Father, written on their foreheads. 14.2 I heard a sound from heaven, like the sound of many waters, and like the sound of a great thunder. The sound which I heard was like that of harpists playing on their harps. 14.3 They sing a new song before the throne, and before the four living creatures and the elders. No one could learn the song except the one hundred forty-four thousand, those who had been redeemed out of the earth. 14.4 These have not been with women, for they are virgins. They follow the Lamb wherever he goes. They were redeemed by Jesus from among men, the first fruits to God and to the Lamb. 14.5 In their mouth was found no lie, for they are blameless. -WEB Bible. Do you remember the 144,000 evangelists who were selected from all the tribes of Israel? Earlier in the tribulation, they were sent to witness to the Jews and teach them about their Messiah, Jesus Christ. And now, there is worship in heaven once again, as the 144,000 witnesses join the rest of the saints in the throne room of God. We don't know how the 144,000 evangelists come to be in heaven, but Revelation leaves plenty of hints for us. Most likely they are martyrs. These 144,000 young men are given a special song of praise, which only they are allowed to sing. There is much joy in heaven as the family of God is gathered together at last. More will join them soon because a final harvest is coming. Study of Revelation will be continued next Thursday. IMAGE CREDIT: The Song of the 144,000, is an AI image by ChatGPT Dall-E3.

 

HELP WANTED

 

HELP WANTED ‘Because no one has hired us,’ they answered. So he told them, ‘You also go into my vineyard.’ Matthew 20:7 Yes, even older people can still find work in Christ’s vineyard. It may be the last hour of the day, but He will still let us work. What grace this is! Surely every older person should jump at this opportunity! As people age, society tends to overlook them. They go from place to place, only to be rejected because of their gray hair. But Jesus welcomes the elderly into His service and promises them good wages. What mercy! Lord, help the elderly to join Your service without any hesitation. But will the Lord truly reward those who come to Him late in life? Don’t doubt it. He promises to give what is right to anyone willing to work in His field. He will give them grace now and glory later. He will provide comfort today and eternal rest tomorrow. He will give strength to match the day and a vision of glory when death comes. The Lord Jesus will give these gifts just as freely to the elderly convert as He does to someone who came to Him in their youth. Let me share this good news with an older man or woman who hasn’t yet believed, and pray that the Lord blesses them for Jesus’ sake. By Charles H. Spurgeon

 

ALL THAT THRILLS MY SOUL

 

ALL THAT THRILLS MY SOUL Author: Thoro Harris (1917) Who can cheer the heart like Jesus, By His presence all divine? True and tender, pure and precious, O how blest to call Him mine! REFRAIN: All that thrills my soul is Jesus, He is more than life to me; And the fairest of ten thousand In my blessed Lord I see. Love of Christ so freely given, Grace of God beyond degree, Mercy higher than the heavens, Deeper than the deepest sea. What a wonderful redemption! Never can a mortal know How my sin, tho’ red like crimson, Can be whiter than the snow. Every need his hand supplying, Every good in him I see; On his strength divine relying, He is all in all to me. By the crystal, flowing river With the ransomed I will sing, And forever and forever Praise and glorify the King

 

BETTER THAN MY BEST

 

BETTER THAN MY BEST I prayed for strength, and then I lost awhile All sense of nearness, human and divine; The love I leaned on failed and pierced my heart, The hands I clung to loosed themselves from mine; But while I swayed, weak, trembling, and alone, The everlasting arms upheld my own. I prayed for light; the sun went down in clouds, The moon was darkened by a misty doubt, The stars of heaven were dimmed by earthly fears, And all my little candle flames burned out; But while I sat in shadow, wrapped in night, The face of Christ made all the darkness bright. I prayed for peace, and dreamed of restful ease, A slumber drugged from pain, a hushed repose; Above my head the skies were black with storm, And fiercer grew the onslaught of my foes; But while the battle raged, and wild winds blew, I heard His voice and Perfect peace I knew. I thank Thee, Lord, who were too wise to heed My feeble prayers, and answer as I sought, Since these rich gifts Thy bounty has bestowed Have brought me more than all I asked or thought; Giver of good, so answer each request With Thine own giving, better than my best. By Annie Johnson Flint