<TITLE>22. Par 138-141</TITLE>L-138 When I was out here a few days after that, up on the mountain side, or hillside, fishing with the person, them little birds was a-singing. The larks was a-hollering. The old martingale was flying up in the air, or nightingale, singing the praises. I hollered to that fellow, I said, "Look, boy; that's my music. Keep that turned on, that's my radio. God sends them down to sing to me while I'm here. It soothes my soul." Better than all that old crazy stuff, these old juke boxes a-roaring, going on where you can't even eat in a public place. It's the devil's diet. It's the devil's house. It's all messed up with sin.
Are you all gummed up out there and enjoy that? When they put that money in them little old boxes and all that old dirty stuff come on, you enjoy that? Shame on you. You're a backslider. You're away from God. You don't know God. If you knowed God and forgiveness of your sins, you'd never listen to such nonsense as that. It'd be dead to you. You'd--you'd vomit from it. You don't want it. Your diet's better. You love God. Won't you come this morning, kneel down here with these confessors this morning?

L-140 Here's men and women kneeling right here, has been Christians for years. I'm not unchristianizing them, but what I'm trying to do is tell them that devil that's a-haunting them is keeping them out of the full joy. The Holy Ghost is Joy. Why, I wake up drunk. I go to bed drunk. I'm drunk all day long, drunk all night long. What it is, I just love to... I go fishing; I just pass Him. I go "Gentle Saviour, hear my humble cry." I go hunting I'm singing the praises of God. I'm preaching. I--everywhere I go. Don't you want to be that way? Full of the Holy Ghost, It stimulates you. Oh, my. Hear them singing them old dirty songs you can sing it:
I am bound for the promised land,
I am bound for the promised land,
Oh, who will come and go with me?
I am bound for the promised land.
I am bound for the promised land,
I am bound for the promised land,
Oh, who will come and go with me?
I am bound for the promised land.
When shall I see that blessful rest
And be forever blessed?
When shall I see my Father's face,
And in His bosom rest?
I am bound for the promised land,
I am bound for the promised land,
Oh, who will come and go with me?
I am bound for the promised land.

L-141 Won't you come and go along? I remember when about five hundred of us standing yonder when I was baptizing a hundred and twenty, about this time of year, down here on the banks of the river, when that great Morning Star come shining there on the river. Hallelujah! A voice speaking from It, said, "Someday you'll spread the Gospel throughout the world."
I said, "A poor, little, ignorant farm boy will never do that. It's the grace of God." Amen. Oh, who will come and go? Get rid of, lay aside every weight now. Don't listen to those enticing spirits. Come, listen to the Word of God, THUS SAITH THE LORD. "Blessed are they that hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be filled."


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