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John Armstrong The Pastor in his Closet — Saturday

I believe in Thee, Father, and Thee, Son, and Thee, Holy Ghost, One God, though Thou art a mystery unto me, though I am a mystery unto myself. I commend myself and all that are mine in most profound humility into Thy hands, kneeling upon the earth, bowing myself to the earth; “into Thy hands I commend my spirit,” and the spirits of all those whom Thou hast given me. Do unto us what seemeth Thee good. We are Thine, Father. Deliver us in the hour of death and in the day of judgment; deliver us from the place of hell and from eternal death, through the precious blood of our Saviour Jesus Christ.
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John Armstrong The Pastor in his Closet — Saturday

Thy mercy has carried me to this hour. If I have done any good, it has been through the operation of Thy grace; and for the evil that I have done I have not been visited with any great judgment, nor given over unto death. I am yet in the land of the living; the living shall praise Thee, Lord; with a most thankful spirit do I kneel before Thee, Father of spirits, for I have provoked Thee every day, and Thou hast had mercy upon me.
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John Armstrong The Pastor in his Closet — Saturday

On the last day look upon us, though we be sinners; strengthen us in that hour, when Thou raisest us from our graves, when we see Thee, most mighty God, in Thy own Majesty; when we are gathered together before Thy throne, all the multitudes of quick and dead, the whole earth, all the families of the earth, all the generations of men, that have ever been, then, O God, lift up Thy face upon us in such love that we may be able to bear the light of Thy countenance.
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