"Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all
the chords with might--
Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in
music out of sight."
Such is the experience of one in whom Jesus lives without a
rival, and in whom grace has wrought its perfect work.
"No form of vice, not worldliness, not greed of gold, not
drunkenness itself, does more to un-Christianise society than
evil temper," says a distinguished and thoughtful writer.
If this be true, it must be God's will that we be saved from it.
And it is provided for in the uttermost salvation that Jesus
offers.
Do you want this blessing, my brother, my sister? If so, be sure
of this: God has not begotten such a desire in your heart to mock
you; you may have it. God is able to do even this for you. With
man it is impossible, but not with God. Look at Him just now for
it. It is His work, His gift. Look at your past failures, and
acknowledge them; look at your present and future difficulties,
count them up and face them every one, and admit that they are
more than you can hope to conquer; but then look at the dying Son
of God, your Saviour--the Man with the seamless robe, the crown
of thorns, and the nail-prints; look at the fountain of His
Blood; look at His word; look at the Almighty Holy Ghost, who
will dwell within you, if you but trust and obey, and cry out:
"It shall be done! The mountain shall become a plain; the
impossible shall become possible.
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