| Re: the wedding garment|
Quote:Does anyone know the hymn "Come for all things are Ready"? Seems appropriate for this thread.
What could be more presumptuous, and insulting to God, than rejecting HIS righteousness in favour of our own efforts.
The parable of the man without a wedding garment comes to mind, (Mtt 22:11-13). Traditionally the host prepared festive garments for the guests at a wedding. It was an unbelievable insult to insist on wearing one's own clothes instead.
[i][color=000099] Come, for all things are ready! Tis a banquet of love;
Heres a free invitation from the Master above:
It is written in crimson, drawn from Calvarys flood,
From the wonderful fountain of the soul cleansing blood.
Oh, what fullness in Jesus!
Oh, what gladness to know,
Though our sins be as scarlet,
Hell make them as snow.
Come, for all things are ready! Heavens bounty is spread;
Take the cup of salvation, take the life giving bread:
Come, the poor and unworthy, come, though sinful and weak;
Tis the hungry and thirsty whom the Master doth seek.
Come, for all things are ready! Heres a robe, snowy white,
Fairer far than the raiment of the angels of light:
For the beauty of Jesus will thy covering be;
Only ask for this garment, twill be given to thee.
[color=000099][i]Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness
My beauty are, my glorious dress;
Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed,
With joy shall I lift up my head.
Bold shall I stand in Thy great day;
For who aught to my charge shall lay?
Fully absolved through these I am
From sin and fear, from guilt and shame.
The holy, meek, unspotted Lamb,
Who from the Fathers bosom came,
Who died for me, een me to atone,
Now for my Lord and God I own.
Lord, I believe Thy precious blood,
Which, at the mercy seat of God,
Forever doth for sinners plead,
For me, een for my soul, was shed.
Lord, I believe were sinners more
Than sands upon the ocean shore,
Thou hast for all a ransom paid,
For all a full atonement made.
When from the dust of death I rise
To claim my mansion in the skies,
Evn then this shall be all my plea,
Jesus hath lived, hath died, for me.
This spotless robe the same appears,
When ruined nature sinks in years;
No age can change its glorious hue,
The robe of Christ is ever new.
Jesus, the endless praise to Thee,
Whose boundless mercy hath for me
For me a full atonement made,
An everlasting ransom paid.
O let the dead now hear Thy voice;
Now bid Thy banished ones rejoice;
Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
Jesus, Thy blood and righteousness.[/i][/color]
In HIS righteousness!
| 2007/4/4 5:24|