<TITLE>15. Par 58-61</TITLE>L-58 My, my. We'll be ready to shout in here directly, sure enough, won't we? When I think of it, the Blood... Under the Blood, it all looks sons and daughters to Him, as long as they're confessed under the Blood. So if you've done wrong, get under the Blood today and confess your sins. For if we fall from grace, we have an Advocate to the Father through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Oh, if it wasn't for that Advocate, we'd all be gone, wouldn't we? But in there we're brought under the rich, royal Blood of the Son of God. And before God, we are pure and holy. Hallelujah.

L-59 I guess it's not against the law to say it in Phoenix. Hallelujah. I mean "Praise our God." And I think He's worthy of every praise and hallelujah we could ring from these mortal lips. The Bible said, "You are a royal priesthood, a peculiar people, offering spiritual sacrifices to God, the fruits of your lips giving praise unto Him." Oh, my. The fruits of your lips, pouring up praise daily before the people.
What a High Priest we have; what a priesthood that we're in: the priesthood of the circumcision, not of flesh, but of the heart (Amen.), the heart circumcised by the Holy Ghost. That's right. Then you can offer praise and adorations to God, the spiritual sacrifice, your lips pouring out praise unto Him.

L-60 The other night when the people were standing there, where a little blind baby laying in the mother's arms, his little eyes were blind, but after being prayed for, holding the little baby in my own arms like that, and looking at it. I was looking out, and I said, "Mother, it sees the light." She looked at it, and she put her hands before it. It'd bat its little eyes. And I took my hand, it followed my hand around like that. Why, the people just rose; those rafters rang with the praises. Somebody stood there, said "They make a lot of noise."
I said, "If they'd hold their peace, I believe the rafters would praise God." Something's got to take place. Amen. Oh, my. No wonder the poet could sing:
 Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,
 That saved a wretch like me!
 I once was lost, but now I'm found,
 I was blind, but now I see.
 Oh, it was grace that taught my heart to fear,
 His grace my fears relieved;
 How precious did that grace appear
 The hour I first believed! (Oh, my.)
 After we've been there ten thousand years,
 That's... Since then we have no less time to sing His
 praise,
 Than the hour when we first begun.

L-61 How wonderful. No wonder Eddie Perronet could screamed out in his dying hours and throw his hands across the cross and scream:
 All hail the power of Jesus' name!
 Let angels prostrate fall;
 Bring forth the royal diadem,
 And crown Him Lord of all.
My! Old blind Fanny Crosby had never seen in her life; she screamed,
 Pass me not, O gentle Saviour,
 Hear my humble cry;
 While on others Thou art calling,
 Do not pass me by.
What can You offer me, Lord? What can You offer blind Fanny Crosby, who was blind all of her life. She has found the stream of all... [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.] You see what I mean?
 More than life to me. [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.]
Face to face, to look upon Him, take... [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.] eternal... [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.]


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