<TITLE>18. Par 117-122</TITLE>L-117 Satan cannot harm us, Lord. He could do everything he can do, and he can't touch us. When You turned him loose on Job one time, You said, "Don't you take his life." He done everything but take it. But he couldn't do it, because Your promise was still there to Job.
God, You're still the same God today. You protect Your Own. We know it's the truth, and we dedicate ourselves anew. Wash our sinful souls, Lord, as we confess our faith. And, Christ Jesus, receive us. And when we start to take this Lord's Supper, God, commune in our hearts to us. Tell us now where we're wrong. Show us where our wrong is, Lord. We humbly repent of it. I humbly lay all my sins upon the altar, Lord. I humbly place myself on Your Word, Lord, and at Your mercy.
Here am I, Lord, do with me as You see fit. That's the cry of this church, Lord, "Do with us as You see fit." I can only speak for my--for my ownself, Lord, but I believe in their hearts they believe the same thing. Do with us as You see fit. We believe. We want to be heirs, and we know we are heirs as long as we stay in Christ Jesus. We're heir with Him before the throne.

L-120 Now, be with us. Heal the sickness in our midst, Lord. If there's a sick body here tonight, touch it, heal it, make it well. Grant it, Lord. If there's a sick soul, may it be healed right now. Let that crippled soul be straightened out. May that feeble knees that hung down and them weak hands raise up in glory and shouts to God. May the crooked paths be made straight. May there be a highway in the wilderness for our God.
Lord, we believe You're coming soon, and let us blast forth Thy Word, Lord, and make a highway in the wilderness, the crooked places straight for our Lord. Let us blast out every denominational root. Let us blast out every root of bitterness, blast out all malice, envy, and strife, that the true Word of God might flow like rivers of joy. Grant it, Father. We give ourselves to You now just before we take this Lord's Supper. In Jesus Christ's Name. Amen.

L-122 While Sister Spencer wants prayer for her body... Heavenly Father, this poor old sainted woman that stands here, and it once said when You seen a woman crippled up, "Ought not this daughter of Abraham be delivered on the Sabbath day?" And now, maybe the most of her friends, Lord, the old-time friends that she used to entertain those ministers as they set in her house, they're done passed on then, many of them has done taken the great highway to heaven. She's left alone, Lord, as a testimony. There's no one now but just her children, and maybe a friend in here and there, Lord, a relative now and then. But she stands alone like a big forest that'd been blowed down, and one tree left. God, I pray that You'll look down...?... on mercy, Lord, that she taken roots down deep. And standing on the hill of Calvary, Lord, rooted and grounded in the faith of Christ. I lay my hands upon this dear old woman and condemn this knot under her tongue, that it leave her and she be made well, in the Name of Jesus Christ. Amen. God bless you. Thank you, Sister Spencer. It shall be done. Just don't doubt it a bit. All right.
My faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Saviour Divine;
Now hear me while I pray,
Take all my sins away,
Nor let me ever stray
From Thee aside.
Listen, sing with me now.
While life's dark maze I tread,
And grief around me spread,
Be Thou my Guide;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,
O let me from this day
Be wholly Thine!
From the bottom of your heart now, only God knows it. From the bottom of your heart, do you really mean that, "Let me from this day, Lord, be wholly Thine"? Let's sing that last part again.
Nor let me ever stray
From Thee aside.


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