<TITLE>16. Par 180-190</TITLE>L-180 That same Lamb He provided for blind Bartimaeus' eyes, He provided for you nineteen hundred and something years ago, today, as He climbed Golgotha, yonder, and offered Himself, all bruised and hacked together.
Listen, friend. Remember, Abel went out into his herd and got the lamb, and killed it on the sacrifice block. And [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.]... better catch this now. Abel died on the same rock that his lamb died on.
Are you willing tonight, to die unto yourself? Are you willing to die out to all thoughts of yourself? Just lay on the rock, with your Lamb there, and die out, say, "O God, have mercy." When I think of men and women who think of pride, young men and women who will give their lives over to things. And men of age, too, thinking of their job and of their prestige and of their neighborhood, or something like that.
Oh, why don't you crawl up Calvary yonder tonight? Hallelujah. Let your own life be hacked out, and die yonder on the cross with Him. Throw your arms around the "Rock of Ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in Thee. While the near, old waters roll, while the tempest still is high, hide me, oh, my Saviour, hide me. Let the world do whatever they want to. Let the theologians do whatever they want to; I don't want their theology. What I want is Jesus Christ in my heart. Let me die with my Lamb."

L-184 Oh, I know how hard it was that night when I walked in that little old colored mission out there, and all the white folks standing around there, said, "There he goes into a colored mission." It was hard. I walked up there with a whole lot of Kentucky pride in me, like that, but God said, "If you want It, walk right on in there." And I walked right in there and knelt down to an altar, and there I stayed until the Lamb... I died to old self, Bill Branham, twenty years ago. Hallelujah.
"I was crucified with Christ. Yet I live; not me, but Christ lives in me." Someday in that glorious resurrection, when He comes, my body may be resting beneath the sod out yonder. But when it does, you'll see the grass move back and I will come forth in His great glorious image, besides a many of them (hallelujah), for I know Him in the power of His resurrection.
I trust that's what every one of you do tonight, crawl right up Golgotha yonder tonight. Let's take a little trip now.
While, you'll give us the key, if you will, sister, of "Nearer, My God, To Thee." While we are...
You say, "That's a funeral." Well, brother, if there ever was a time we needed a funeral, is right now, when men will die to theirself and pride.
Let's bow our heads, silently now, while she gives us a little chord, if that's all right.

L-190 O God, oh, when I think what happened yonder. Uh. Even my bones tremble to think. I think of seeing that Lamb, when they hacked Him, yes, put thorns on His head and pushed it down. The soldiers spit in His face, and said, "Thou King, now do something about it."
He was the Prophet of prophets. They put a rag around His face, and hit Him on His head with a reed, said, "Now, prophesy, tell us who hit You."
But the prophet said, "He opened not His mouth." He done told it.
Tied His hands up, behind Him, stood off, with a great whip, and lashed Him till His precious ribs showed through His back; the Blood running down His side, tinkling off on the ground. I hear Him walk now; out of His sandals I hear the blood squashing. That was Emmanuel. That was God, God's Blood.


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