<TITLE>23. Par 235-239</TITLE>L-235 Where these poor, sick are; suffering mortals of God... Come out of them, you devil. I charge thee by Jesus Christ the living God, that you depart from these people, and bother them no more, for they stand like the Hebrew children in the hour of trial to take their stand, and be healed from this hour on. Through Jesus Christ's Name, I charge the sickness and devils of this congregation, that's come to sicken these people to depart from them.

L-236 With our heads bowed, our hearts to God, I'm going to sing a song. I'm going to try it, with your help and God's help. "My Faith Looks Up To Thee," I don't want you to doubt one bit; I want you to believe now. It is becoming to us. How many Christians are in here? Raise your hands, and say, "Amen." [Congregation says, "Amen.".--Ed.] How many believers? Say, "Amen." [Amen.] How many have laid your hands on others? Say, "Amen." [Amen.] Then it is becoming to us that we fulfill all righteousness.
My faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Saviour Divine;
Now hear me while I pray,
Take all my guilt away, (Now, "sin" is "unbelief")
O let me from this day
Be wholly Thine!
While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread, (God, be my Guide now.)
Be Thou my Guide;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,
Nor let me ever stray
From Thee aside.

L-237 With our heads bowed... That darling old mother of mine has passed on since I've been preaching, may my voice echo down through the big canyons of heaven.
When she told me the other day, she said, "Billy, you've fed me. You've paid my rent and my light bill, give me something to eat. Said, "Honey, when you was a little boy, I got out in weather and chopped wood, made you a fire to keep you warm. And I cooked for you what we had in the house to cook." See her laying there, them little old feeble hands that washed our dirty clothes. You stand helpless, nothing I could do.

L-239 I said, "Mama, into the hands of the living God, I commend your righteous soul."
She's gone on since then. All of them's left. My brothers is all that's left. The message here on the pulpit was pretty bad. If she's gone on, God rest her soul. If she's still with us, and with us till tonight, by God's grace I'll be here at the pulpit to fulfill my duty, for it's becoming to me that I fulfill all righteousness. And I'll find out.
I'll turn the service to Brother Neville, my blessed associate pastor...?...

