<TITLE>17. Par 113-117</TITLE>L-113 Now, let's hum it. Now, reach right over to the person setting close to you, take ahold of their hand, say, "God bless you, brother. God bless you, sister. I'm so glad I'm a Christian. Aren't you?" Shake hands with someone setting near you.
There at the cross where He took me in;
Glory to His Name!
I--I just love to feel this way. I love to worship God in quietness like this: something that's got some real meaning to it. Just to feel that Something's near. What happened? At the altar call when those sinners accepted Christ, the Angels raised up from their seats. See, that's what makes you feel this a-way. Do you believe that, Brother Hickerson?
Oh, glory... (This is worship, when the soul is worshipping God. The Word has gone forth. See?; the Holy Spirit is a-blessing and watering now.)... precious Name!
There to my heart was the Blood applied;
Glory to His Name!

L-115 Our heavenly Father, as the beautiful, sacred Presence of the Holy Spirit now standing here blessing His children, many times He's had to correct them, "For every son that cometh to God, must first be chastened and tried, receive child-training, reproofs," not no exceptions: every one. But when we endure the correction of our Father, then it yieldeth forth the present and pleasant fruits. I pray, God, that You'll just let each child know that, not go away, just kind of imagining, but let them know that this is Your blessings to them: the sincere milk of the Gospel pouring down in their soul milk and honey out of Canaan's land, new wine to stimulate them in faith, worshipping, hearts bowed before Thee, hands up, tears running down cheeks, quietly, reverently worshipping.

L-116 O God, I'm so happy. I just love You so, Lord. I want to express to You my feeling, if I can, just in thanksgiving, expressing the very adoration of my heart, that I adore Thee, Thou matchless One. I love Thee. Many times in great trials, see an airplane pitching in the air, falling, twisting around; and I look on the ground below me, it whirling around; just a little prayer, and it straightens out; knowing to be plunged to death in a minute. Standing out before witch doctors and devils, them challenging and walking forward, just a little prayer sets them standing paralyzed. How demons scream and come from your children, by prayer. Oh, Your love, Lord... If the little one is sick, come, say, "Daddy, will you pray for me?" See Him still, the fever, quieten the child, like a mother hushing it on her bosom. How we thank Thee.
Maybe trouble's coming in. We know, as we look ahead and see the great, stormy tides of death yonder, as David of old said, "I'll fear no evil. Thou art with me." We thank Thee. We adore Thee. Seeing the souls come to Thee, the crippled, and afflicted, and blind, and deaf, and dumb being healed, as a vindication of Your Presence...

L-117 Bless this little audience now as we wait. We thank You for every soul that come to You. And we pray that You'll bless them exceedingly, abundantly today. And may, from this day henceforth, all their trials and troubles will be over; may the war between them and God be settled right now, and they be reconciled to God through the Blood of His Son, knowing that He gave His Son to take war between God and man, to reconcile man back to God, who was at enmity once with God, but now has been brought nigh, and God has received them as His sons and daughters. Now they're not no more enemies and aliens, but they're beloved children.
We pray that You'll let them recognize that. Don't let the enemy take that from their heart. But let him--let them recognize that You knocked at their heart and they accepted You, raised their hands. That was it, Lord. And we pray that they'll recognize that and always love You and love their fellow man. For we ask it in Christ's Name. Amen.


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