<TITLE>17. Par 154-159</TITLE>L-154 I looked at all this. And I notice my shoulder, and stand stoop-shouldered. I used to be kind of young athletical. I'm getting fat now. I got forty pounds extra weight. And I had flat feet to begin with, and now it's hard to walk around. Aches and pains coming, well, I'm getting old, that's all.
I don't need all this here glamor that I used to have, but I haven't lost any of it. Every meter that was in them skin that made me young, God's still got them. That's right.
And this old hull just pulling along, that's all. After while, it'll get old and wrinkled up, and perhaps like the rest of the Harvey's do, on my mother's side... Which, they said I look like a Harvey. All of them get the palsy. You all remember grandpa, the one that built the church here, you know. He's always shaking, going like that (See?), and got the palsy.
I noticed poor old mom the other day. Hope she ain't here, but... Oh, I don't know whether... Well anyhow, she started to take up a cup of coffee, and poor old thing just like that, and her old hands like that. And I looked at the wrinkles hanging out. I thought, "Oh, mercy." I might as well say it. She's setting there. See? So I am not... She can take it. But... And look... My heart just almost jumped up in my mouth. I turned my head. I thought, "God, how many times that stroked tears out of my eyes, and now she's got the palsy, shaking." I thought, "Yeah, I'll come too someday like that, if I live."

L-158 But, brother, one of these days, I'll just... The old wheels of mortal life will all stand still. When it does, I'm going over on Zion's hill to live awhile over There. Yes, sir. All these old mortal things. Oh, remember, he said:
 There waits for me a glad tomorrow,
 Where gates of pearl swing open wide,
 And when I cross this vale of sorrow,
 I will camp upon the other side.
 Someday beyond the reach of mortal kin,
 Someday, God only knows just where and when,
 The wheels of mortal life will all stand still
 Then I shall go to dwell on Zion's hill.
 Swing low, sweet chariot,
 Coming for to carry me Home;
 Swing low, sweet chariot,
 Coming for to carry me Home.

L-159 That's right. The mists will begin to flow before my face; perhaps the doctor run in and say, "Well, Billy, she's all over." Oh, my. I know that old black chamber's setting yonder, and a heart beating going right into it. I don't want to go like a coward. I want to wrap myself in the robes of His righteousness, knowing this, that I know Him in the power of His resurrection. And someday when He calls, I'll come out from among the dead and live again forever.
To know Christ is to know Life. That's right. And I don't care, I might not know my abc's, but I want to know Christ. That's right. I might not know all the theology, but I want to know Christ. I might not know about the President, and whether he's a good man or a bad, but I want to know Christ. That's right. To know Christ is Life. That's right. To know the President and to know this other is prestige, and knowing celebrity and stuff. But I don't care about that. I want to know Christ in the power of His resurrection, knowing that we have, this night, a High Priest setting at the right hand of God in His majesty there, making intercessions. Then I want to hold fast that profession.


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