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Reminders of the gospel that was preached to you, which you received, in which you stand, and by which you are being saved, that you may hold fast to the word preached to you.
When thus, the wounded bride perceives full well herself the vilest sinner out of hell, The blackest monster in the universe. Pensive if clouds of woe shall air disperse. When in her breast, heaven's wrath so fiercely glows. 'Twixt fear and guilt, her bones have no repose. When flowing billows of amazing dread swell to a deluge o'er her sinking head. When nothing in her heart is found to dwell but horrid atheism, enmity, and hell. When endless death and ruin seems at hand, and yet she cannot for her soul command, a sigh to ease it or a gracious thought. When darkness and confusion over cloud and unto black despair temptations crowd. When holy without strength to move or stir, and not a star by night appears to her. But she, while to the brim her troubles flow, stands trembling on the utmost brink of woe. Weary case, but low, in this sad plight, the sun arises with surprising light. The darkness midnight in his usual time of rising and appearing in his prime. To show the hills from whence salvation springs, and chase the gloomy shades with golden wings. The glorious husband now unveils his face and shows his glory full of truth and grace. Presents into the bride in that dark hour himself a savior, both by price and power. A mighty helper to redeem the lost, relieve and ransom to the uttermost. To seek the vacant sheep to deserts driven and save from lowest hell to highest heaven. Her doleful case he sees his bowels move and makes her time of need his time of love. He shows to prove himself her mighty shield. His name is Jesus. By his Father, sealed.