<TITLE>18. Par 68-69</TITLE>L-68 "I once was lost but now I'm found; was blind but now I see." You know what I want you to say, "Praise God, old Brother Branham made it. There he is, right down there now." Yes, sir. Oh.
When we've been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun;
We will have no less days to sing his praise
Than when we first begun.
Let's sing it everybody.
Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me!
I once... [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.] lost, but now I'm found
Was blind but now I see.
Oh, how I love Jesus.
Oh, how I love Jesus.
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Because He first loved me.
Amen, Amen. Singing in the Spirit; I love that, don't you? Oh I want to sit over on  the side of the hill where there's a little bush sets over on this side the tree of... from the fountains of life and I hear the great, all you all's great voices; the Angels blending in with you over there singing on the other side of the river. I want to set and listen for ten thousand years. Oh how I love Him. Isn't He wonderful? Certainly is.
Now, you feel real good? Now that's what I call old-fashion singing; singing in the Spirit. I'd rather have that than all these little chopped up songs you sing. I think them inspired writers, when they wrote them songs, like Eddie Perronet wrote the inauguration song when he picked up his pen. Everybody was, wouldn't buy his poetry and things, and one day the Spirit fell on him, he grabbed the pen, wrote the inauguration song:
All hail the power of Jesus name.
Let Angels prostrate fall.
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all.
Another one wrote:
When I survey the wondrous cross,
Whereon the Prince of Glory died
All my fame is but loss
Another one wrote:
Living, He loved me;
Dying, He saved me;
Buried, He carried my sins far away;
Rising, He justified freely forever.
Someday He's coming, O glorious day.
I think of blind Fanny Crosby, said, "What does Jesus mean to you?" [Blank.spot.on.tape--Ed.]
Thou art calling, Do not pass me by.
Thou the Stream of all my comfort,
More than life to me,
Whom have I on earth beside Thee Lord?

L-69 How wonderful He is. Now, that great, wonderful Christ, the One we sing the old hymns of the faith, our forefathers... Back in the days of Spurgeon, John Wesley, and Charles Wesley... Brother Moore and I stood at the grave not long ago. I just cried. I thought, "Oh, God..." When I stood by William Cowper's grave there, when he... They thought he was a neurotic. Any man that's spiritual is considered crazy (We know that.), anyone.
So he got in the Spirit and wrote that famous song.
There is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
When sinners plunged beneath the flood,
Lose all of his guilty stain.
You know what happened? Immediately after the Spirit left him, he tried to commit suicide, drowning in the river. Yes. The Spirit had left him; he didn't know where he was at hardly. Them great men, misunderstood...


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