<TITLE>11. Par 32-36</TITLE>L-32 I think the final authority ought to be... Let's ask Almighty God, Himself. Let's see from Him, now, Who He says. Out yonder on the Mount Transfiguration, one day, when there was Peter, James, and John standing there, while He's overshadowed with a cloud and a voice spoke out of it, said, "This is My Beloved Son in Whom I am well pleased." That sealed once forever for me, because I'm concerned. That... What is it? He was the Son of God, not the son of Joseph. That settled it forever. "This is My beloved Son in Whom I am well pleased." Hallelujah. He is, the Son of God. What think ye?
They said, "He's the Son of David." He was the son of David, but the first thing, He was the Son of God by Spirit and by birth. He is the virgin born Son of God.
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus' Blood and righteousness;
When all around my soul gives way,
Then He's all my hope and stay.
For On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand.

L-33 If you'd ask me, "Preacher, what you stand up there crowing about? Why don't you tell us what you think about Him?" Oh, most happily will I do it. Yes, sir. Let me tell you what I think about Him. I think, in His birth He was Wonderful, though He came through by the way of a stable door and went out through capital punishment, yet there's never been a birth, through potentates, kings, whatever it might be; there's never been a birth to compare with it and never will be. He was a virgin born Son of the living God. 
When He was born, He... When He was in His wisdom, He was matchless. There was no one could match His wisdom. And as a preacher, "Never a man spake like this," said the man who come to see Him. That's right. As a Healer, He was Divine. Hallelujah. Yes, sir. In His death, He was my Redeemer here.
Living He loved me, Dying He saved me;
Buried, He carried my sins far away;.
Hallelujah. Yes, sir. When He was here on earth, He looked like God; He acted like God; He said He was God; He lived like God; He preached like God; He died like God; He reigns like God; He proved He was God. Hallelujah. That's Who He was. That's what I think about Him.

L-34 Every man that's ever amounted to a hill of beans in this life, has been a man who trusted Him and knowed He was the Son of the living God, the incarnated Jehovah here on earth. Yes, sir. No wonder... 
Down from His glory, ever living story,
My Lord and Saviour came, and Jesus was His Name.
(Look. He was...) Borned in a manger, to His own a stranger,
The God of sorrow, tears, and agony.
How God condescending and brought Himself down into a form of flesh to redeem mankind, and to heal mankind, and to make the life pleasure while we were living here, to take us into glory. Why, every man that's ever lived that amounted to anything believes that with all their heart.

L-35 Let's call some of the great poets on the scene today, authors and you solid men. Every man that ever had a ounce of inspiration had to be given to that Man Christ Jesus. Hallelujah. Let's ask Eddie Perronet, "What you think about Him?" When he was back there and he was all down; he'd been a drunk and a neurotic, and everything else...?... So he said. Then one day inspiration struck him; he grabbed his pen; he wrote:
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.
'Tis grace that taught me, oh, to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did the grace appear
The hour I first believed!

L-36 Let's ask Gilmour. What do you think about Him? He was a restless man. He was all the way through England, over here, and different places. What do you think about Him? One day when inspiration struck him, and Christ come to his heart, he said,
I've anchored my soul in a haven of rest,
I'll sail the wild seas no more;
The tempest may sweep over the wild, stormy deep,
But in Jesus I'm safe evermore. (Hallelujah.)


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