<TITLE>15. Par 646-653</TITLE>L-646   And to make the heirs of this salvation a sure hope, He swore by Himself that He would raise up in the last days, give us Eternal Life. "And no man can pluck them from My hand." Amen.
Let's pray.

L-647 Are you guilty of spurning His love? Have you shunned His blessed Being, this great One who made you what you are? And now here you are, this morning, this far in life, and it's giving you an opportunity. Do you want to continue to live? There's only one way to live, that's believe on the Lord Jesus. If you, from your heart, believe that He's the Son of God and accept Him as your Saviour, and believe that God raised Him up for your justification, if you want to accept it on that basis, it's yours now.

L-648   Would you raise your hand? Some unpenitent soul, that would like to... -pent, repent this morning, say, "Remember me, brother, preacher, as we go to prayer. I too have failed. I've joined church, but I--I know I--I've never had that what you're talking about. I've never been born of that Spirit, Brother Branham. I just--I just haven't got It, that's all. I want you to pray for me, that God will give It to me this morning." God bless you, sir. Would there be another? Say, "God, make me what You want me to be. I want You to be... I want to be as You want me to be. I've spurned Your love." God bless you, son.

L-649   Just a moment now.
If we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the sky of parchment made;
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Or could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
How fathomless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure,
The saints and Angels song.

L-650   Dear God, truly the poet that wrote those words were just like many others of Your believers, searching, trying to find words to express it. And is written in the Bible, "More, because the preacher was wise, he sought out and set in order many words." Oh, how we would love to have the tongue and the vocabulary that we could explain to the people what it really is, but it could not be found on mortal lips. All Eternity, doubtless whether it'll ever reveal it, how that the God of Heaven ever come to the earth to save poor, lost, wretched sinners.

L-651 I pray Thee, Father, that through these few unbroken words, or broken words this morning, as I should said, that someone has found peace and a satisfaction and a strong consolation, who has fled for refuge. And may their soul anchor to that promise which God swore to, that He'd raise them up at the last day. Several hands went up, in the building, right here in this tabernacle. God, give them that steadfast hope, right now. May they anchor against the Rock of ages. No matter how bad the sea may toss and their little barks may jump, they have an anchor, the promise of God. There they stay, "God said It. He can't lie."

L-652   "He that heareth My Words," which I've tried to preach this morning, "and believeth on Him that sent Me, Jehovah, hath everlasting Life; and shall not come to the judgment, but has passed from death to Life."

L-653 O Eternal One, bless those today. And may every person in here that's not under the Blood, their soul never been converted, may it happen just now, Lord. You work the mystery. It's all Yours. It's committed to You. I pray that You'll give it to them, Eternal Life. May, someday, over on the other shore, as one by one we go down through the valley, may we meet over there where they'll never say "good-bye" no more.
Someday we'll come to the river at the closing of time,
When the last thoughts of sorrow has gone;
There'll be somebody waiting that'll show us the way,
I won't have to cross Jordan alone.
There'll be One, somebody waiting that'll show me the way,
I won't have to cross Jordan...


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