If you stayed in Isaiah, I'm
sorry, 2 Samuel 7, you're in the wrong place. Go back to Hebrews
chapter 11. Hebrews chapter 11. I say go
back because that's where we were last Sunday. And our text
will be the same as it was last Sunday, verse 13. We'll read
it in a moment. The title of last Sunday's message
was Faithful Pilgrims. And we ended up, not deliberately,
but I feel it was the Lord's leading, we ended up just laying
the foundation of why, why God's people in this world are strangers
and pilgrims. And we didn't get much beyond
that. So today we want to pick it up and consider something
else. Let's read verses 13 through
16 together here in Hebrews chapter 11. Of all those that Paul, the writer,
has mentioned previous to these verses and following, this truth
would apply to believers at all times. Verse 13, these all died
in faith. not having received the promises,
but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and
embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and
pilgrims on the earth. For they that say such things
declare plainly that they seek a country. And truly, if they
had been mindful of that country from whence they came out, remember
Lot's wife, and they might have had opportunity to have returned,
but now they desire a better country. I've thought of those words a
lot every time I turn on the evening news, and it's bad, bad,
bad, and getting worse, worse, worse. Oh, I'm so thankful that
the child of God deserves a better country. That is in heaven, where
for God is not ashamed, to be called their God. Imagine that. For He had prepared for them
a city. Yes, these people in the immediate
context that the writer speaks of were strangers while on this
earth. Strangers and pilgrims. But God's people, God's people. I'm not talking about everyone
that has the name Jesus on their lips, because just about everybody
we know does. I'm talking about God's people. It just doesn't have his name
in their mouth. They've got the image of Jesus
Christ in their heart. A little girl heard her daddy
one time speaking about, maybe he was a pastor, I don't remember,
but I think it was something along that line, and he was talking
about Jesus Christ being in you. Know you not that Christ is in
you? except you be reptile baits.
Christ in you, the hope of glory. And after they got home, the
little girl asked her, Daddy, Daddy, you said that Christ is
in you, in his people? And he said, yes, honey. She
said, well, if he's in you, won't he stick out? Yes, he will. Yes, he will. If his image is
stamped upon the heart of any man or woman, there will be evidence
of it. They'll be evidence of it. They'll
love the Lord their God. They'll not just give lit service
once in a while. Their ambition, their heart's
desire is to honor their God and to be with Him where He is. Look at verse 37 here in Hebrews. Considering these strangers and
pilgrims, They never got a very warm reception from this world,
did they? Why does this so-called Christianity
we hear of today walk hand-in-hand with the world? How can that
be? Why do so-called churches, and I say so-called churches,
adopt the means of the world to attract the crowds? They're
giving them what they want. They know what pleases the people,
all but how it dishonors God. Well, there's something wrong
with us if we feel comfortable in this world. I'll say it again. There is something wrong with
us if we feel at ease in this God-hating world. But look at
these folks, verse 37. They were stoned. They were sawn
asunder. We're tempted. We're slain with
the sword. They wandered about in sheepskins
and goatskins, being destitute. That's God's people. These are
people he loved with an everlasting love. They were destitute, afflicted,
tormented. Now, we've not suffered that
much of that, have we? Of whom the world was not worthy. That's what I wanted us to see.
Of whom the world was not worthy, they wandered in deserts. and
in mountains and in dens and in caves of the earth. Remember
what Christ said? The birds have nests, foxes have
holes, the son of man doesn't even have a pillow to lay his
head down on. And these all, verse 39, having
obtained a good report through faith, received not the promise. Indeed, strangers on earth. But
here's where we want to pick it up and consider it today.
Strangers on earth, but not strangers in heaven. Not strangers in heaven. That's
the title of my message. And this is the same text, or
from the same text. Yes, they were pilgrims and strangers
while they were on this earth. They felt like it. They acted
like it. They lived like it. And it was
their honor to do so. Whatever God was pleased to do. Wandering from place to place,
still not having received the promise, but still believed it,
looked for it from afar off. Yes, strangers on earth, but
not strangers in heaven. Now which would you rather, where
would you rather be recognized? Where would you rather be identified
with? This world, or the people of
Jesus Christ? Who would you rather be recognized
by? All the dignitaries here below,
you know what, Bobby, it might be hard to believe, but I hardly
got a birthday card from any celebrity. Now, Larry Criss. My dear mother sent me one, a
few precious friends sent me one, and I've got some texts
saying happy birthday, but I didn't get nothing from Joe Biden. Woo,
I know we're out of file bags. or no Hollywood celebrity, they
don't recognize me. Good. Good. By God's grace, keep
it that way. I may be a stranger to many here,
but I'm not a stranger in heaven. None of God's people are. I tell
you what, now that's sweet. That's sweet. Now that, remember
how old Don put it, now, brothers and sisters, that should float
your boat. That'll get you through troubled times. That'll help
you, give you some comfort. I'm not a stranger in heaven. Paul wrote to his beloved Timothy
in the second epistle, the second letter he wrote to him. And there
were some troublemakers in the church trying to stir things
up, some false prophets, and attempted to overthrow the faith
of some. And Paul wrote to Timothy and
said, don't get caught up in that nonsense, that science falsely
so called. That's not what God called you
to do. But he said, even so, nevertheless, nevertheless, regardless
of what they do or say or threaten to do, nevertheless, the foundation
of God standeth sure having this seal. The Lord knoweth them that
are his. The Lord knoweth them that are
His. When all the smoke clears, when
He's put down all the rebellion of man, whether it be in the
White House or in the church house, and all the dust is settled,
and Jesus Christ is made plainly evident to all mankind who He
is, and all His people are gathered to Him, we will rejoice forever
knowing we're known in heaven. We're not strangers in heaven. If I'm a believer, if I'm a believer,
now think about that. If I'm a believer, I'm known
in heaven. Go out there and flag down the
first car you see coming down the street and ask them, do they
know who pastored this church? They say, well, I didn't even
know there was a church there. I thought they closed years ago. No, I
don't know the pastor. I don't want to know him. That's
OK. They don't bother me at all. But I'm known in heaven. The triune God knows who I am. When I say no, I don't mean that
he's just got a casual acquaintance. You know, he just, he knows I
exist. Oh, no, no, no. There's never
been a time he didn't know me. Now you think about that. Think
about that. Take that with you. God Almighty
the God that rules in heavens and among the inhabitants of
the earth, whose hand none can stay, that mighty God who declares,
I will do all my pleasure. And his people respond, our God
is in the heavens. He has done whatsoever he has
pleased. He always has. Who's going to
stop him? But that God knows me. My name's written in the Lamb's
Book of Life. Now, you're looking at Larry
Criss, 73 years old today. I don't think that's possible. I told Robin this morning, she
wished me a happy birthday. Hey, you're 73, she said. My sister sent me a text. Happy
birthday, old man. I told Robin, I think they made
a mistake at the hospital. They got it wrong on the birth
certificate. I can't be 73. But regardless, I have eternal
life. I'm not going to get eternal
life when I die and go to heaven. I've got eternal life right now.
I've got as much eternal life now as I'll ever have. And when
I drop this robe of flesh, this prison in which my immortal soul
abides, oh, it would be more evident, but as far as there
is not an amount of eternal life, you can't divvy out portions
of eternal life. I mean, Jesus Christ says, I
give you eternal life. It's coming from me to you. It
flows from me to you. I'm going to live as long as
Jesus Christ lives. The Lord knows those that are
His. In one of your bulletin articles,
I wish y'all would keep those, maybe pass them out to someone.
But anyway, Mr. Spurgeon, his article, is my
name written there? Is my name written there? He
said, how can I know whether I'm elected of God to everlasting
life? How can I know if my name is
written in the Lamb's Book of Life? That's pretty important.
This is a question of vast importance to me. My eternal interests are
involved in this matter. Is my name written in heaven?
Is my name written in heaven? Until that question is answered,
at least to some extent for me, I can find no rest. Not if you
really want to know the living God. I can find no rest. Until
that question at least to some extent is answered for me, I
can find no rest because my relationship with Christ concerns me more
than all the affairs of this life. What shall it profit a
man if he should gain the whole world, and in the process of
grabbing all he can get, he neglects that thing which is most needful,
his relationship with God? It's my name written in heaven.
You remember what the great shepherd said? When I read these verses
from John 10, it always makes Billy smile. I've noticed. They make me smile too, Billy. John 10, Christ said, I am the
good shepherd and know my sheep. But he doesn't stop there. And
am known of mine. Again in verse 27, I know them
and they follow me. My sheep hear my voice. Now, is there anything hard to
understand about that? My sheep hear my voice and they prove it by following him. Christ will
count none his sheep that are deaf to his calls. They might
be a Baptist, or an Arminian, or a five-pointer, but if they
have no ear for the voice of the Son of God, and they prove
it by turning a deaf ear to everything to do with him, they're not interested. Don't make excuses for them.
Pray that God would open their ears and eyes. Christ will count
none his sheep that are deaf to his calls, deaf to his charms. He says concerning his sheep,
they hear his voice. They know who he is. They recognize
the voice of their shepherd. And another one they won't follow.
He's undertaken that they should hear it. He that has ears to
hear, Christ said, let him hear. His sheep discern his voice. When they hear it, like the bride
in the song of Solomon, she said, oh wait, whoa, whoa, shh, everybody
be quiet. That's the voice of my beloved. I hear the voice of my beloved.
Y'all just shut up. I don't want to hear what y'all
got to say because now I'm hearing the voice of my beloved telling
me to come away. Come away. They delight in it,
don't they? Don't we? And in their element,
they're in their element where they're sitting at his feet to
hear his word. Don't you look forward to coming
here? Now, your pastor's an earthen vessel. I've been here 13 years,
and I wouldn't have been here 13 days before that became obvious. I'm not a great auditor. I'm
not a Don Fortner. I'm not a Tommy Robbins. And
I sure am not Charles Spurgeon. But I'll tell you what, I preach
the same glorious gospel that they preach. That's why you come,
not to hear Lord, help us not to just hear a man this morning.
I need to hear from Christ. Man, it's been a rough week.
This world has kicked me around like an old football. Bobby,
I hope I don't embarrass you, but the other day you wrote me
and said, oh, Larry, I'm so tired of this flesh. I'm so tired of
the battle. I'm ready to lay it down and
fly home to glory. Exactly, Bobby. I text Bobby
back and I said, I know exactly how you feel. This old world
vexes the soul of a believer. But Christ says, my sheep hear
my voice. How did the old hymn writer express
it? I come to the garden alone while
the dew is still on the roses. And the voice I hear as I tarry
there. No, the voice I hear falling
on my ear, the Son of God discloses. Mary, remember? Magdalene was
at the grave, came to see the body of Jesus, came to finish
what she started, but had to stop because of the Sabbath day.
So she came bringing spices to finish his burial. They said,
he's not here, Mary. He's not here. Angel's talking
to her. He told you. He'd be in Galilee. Go there, you. Tell his disciples.
He'll meet them, just like he said he would. And Mary, seeing
Christ, thought he was the gardener. And she said to you, the keeper
of the place, and said, could you tell me where you've taken
my master? Where have you laid him? Nobody needed to lay him
anywhere. He got up and walked out all
on his own. But then he said, Mary? Mary? And the light came on. Mary? Oh, my soul. I know that voice,
Mary said. Can you imagine the grief in
her heart when she came to the tomb and one word from the lips
of her beloved speaking her name and all the anguish flew out
and the joy rolled in. That's the voice of my beloved.
My sheep hear my voice. He speaks in the sound of his
voice. It's so sweet the birds hush
their singing. And the melody that he gave to
me within my heart's ringing. And he walks with me. And he
talks with me. My soul. And he tells me I am
his own. And the joy we share as we tarry
there none other has ever known. That's how David felt, didn't
he? in the verses we read from 2
Samuel. And that's how I should feel
too. And the evidence that they hear the voice of their shepherd
is this, they follow him. They follow me. That means more
than just saying it, they do in every aspect of their life.
What would my master have me do? Should I make this decision? Should I make this move? Should
I marry this individual? Should I take this job? Should
I buy this? What would my master have me
do? They follow him. They submit to his guidance.
And it's a willing obedience. A willing obedience. These are
they which follow the Lamb, we read in Revelation concerning
the redeemed. These are they which follow the
Lamb whithersoever he goeth. These were redeemed from among
men. Wow! That's in Revelation 14
and 4, I believe. These were redeemed, not with
the whole world, what utter nonsense. You mean he redeemed Judas? Judas is in hell right now, how
did he redeem him? I mean, if that's all the redemption
of Christ is worth, Then I guess I'll end up there too if it's
worth no more than that. Oh no, no. He said, I'm laying
down my life for my sheep. The Pharisee said, well, we don't
like that. Don't like the sound of that. Well, that's because
you're not my sheep. I'm talking to my sheep. Redeemed
with a precious blood of Christ. That's what this wine represents.
Redeemed with precious blood. Precious because it does what
nothing else could do. It cleansed me from all my sins. Therefore, redeemed effectually. It got the job done. The blood
of Christ, therefore I'm redeemed eternally. Eternally. The blood of Jesus Christ still
at this very moment is speaking everlasting satisfaction on the
behalf of his people to the justice of God Almighty. He's still looking.
What a sweet smelling savor. When I see the blood, oh, I can
go home tonight regardless of what I may do today. I may fall
today. I may do something stupid, act
stupid, dishonor my God today, but the blood of Jesus Christ
cleanses me from all sin. And I lay down tonight and think,
oh, God's promise is still true. When I see the blood, Larry,
I'll pass over you. There's no condemnation to those
who are in Christ Jesus redeemed. James Buchanan, an old preacher,
of many years gone by said this, the most hideous conception of
Christ's atoning work is that it is not his sacrifice that
secures the acceptance of the worshipper, but the obedience
of the worshipper that secures the acceptance of his sacrifice.
And that's exactly what most people think today. Christ died
for nothing, if I don't do my part. He redeemed me. We're told he redeemed the whole
world, but, but, but, Christ died for you, but, but, you're
still going to hell if you don't do your part. What kind of redemption
is that? If that's true, he shouldn't
have cried. He lied. If that's true, Jesus
Christ lied. When he cried, it is finished,
he was lying. Thank God we know better than
that. Oh, give thanks unto the Lord,
the psalmist wrote, for he is good. His mercy endureth forever. Let the redeemed of the Lord
say so, whom he had redeemed from the hand of the enemy, and
gathered them out of the lands, from the east and from the west
and from the south and from the north. They wandered in the wilderness
in a solitary way. They found no city to dwell in. Hungry and thirsty, their soul
fainted in them. Then they cried unto the Lord
in their trouble, and he delivered them from their distresses, and
he led them forth by the right way, that they might go to a
city of habitation, whose builder and maker is God. Oh, that men
would praise the Lord for his goodness and for his wonderful
works to the children of men. Oh, redeemed, redeemed. with the redemption of Christ,
an eternal redemption, an effectual redemption. I think that's what
Fannie Crosby had in mind when she wrote that hymn. Not some
general pig in a poke redemption. No, no, no. Redeemed, how I love
to proclaim it. Redeemed by the blood of the
lamb, redeemed through his infinite mercy, his child and forever
I am. This ran across, came across
my path Just this morning, just a few sentences. Don't even
know who wrote this, it's anonymous. God's merciful redemption. Listen
to this, child of God, listen to this. This man who nobody
knows, but God knows those that are his. This man wrote as he,
or woman, I don't know, but as his redeemed children, We are
called to live lives that reflect His mercy and grace. That's right. Let us extend forgiveness
to those who have wronged us, showing them the same compassion
that our Heavenly Father has shown to us. Let us also strive
to be vessels of mercy in this cruel world, sharing the wondrous
love and grace of Christ with others. Oh, I had to bow my head
when I read that and say, God forgive me, God forgive me. God
enabled me to do that more. They would say such things, verse
14 here, Hebrews 11, declare plainly that they seek a country. I'm quoting someone else now.
This man wrote a few more nights than everlasting days. A little
more pain than endless pleasure. Just a few more sleepless nights
than eternal rest. Just a little more trouble than
everlasting ease. Just a little more dying than
eternal life. My friend and pastor Don Fortner
wrote that on February 16th, 2020, and just two months later,
he was doing the very thing that he wrote about. He was experienced.
It was his reality. He also wrote this. We are going
to a home that will never be broken up. Huh? I feel like some of y'all
would like me to repeat that. We are going to a home that will
never be broken up. A family gathering that will
never end. A day of joy that will never
be followed by a night of weeping. Heaven is eternal. That's Mr. Fortner as well. These all died
in faith, our text says, not having received the promises,
but having seen them afar off and were persuaded of them and
embraced them and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims
on the earth. Four things in the text spring
from this genuine faith. I mean, first there's faith.
These all died in faith. They didn't make a profession
of faith and three months later you couldn't find them. They
didn't go six months and say, well, I've lost my faith in God.
They died in faith. These lived by faith and they
died in faith. Look over in chapter 10, the
last two verses here in Hebrews. Hebrews 10 verse 38. Well, let's read verse 37. For
yet a little while, and he that shall come will come and will
not tarry. Now the just shall live by faith,
but if any man draw back, my soul shall have no pleasure in
him. But we are not of them who draw
back unto perdition, but of them that believe to the saving of
the soul. Genuine faith never dies. Genuine faith can never, there's
weak faith, There's little faith, but it's faith. Faith in the
Lord Jesus Christ, it endures. It endures. They which shall
endure to the end, our master said, the same shall be saved. Peter, do you want to join the
crowd? As the crowd, the majority, the
majority, there Christ stands with his little flock. And the
majority go stomping out. Well, my soul, all those people
must not be wrong. I mean, the majority, they must
be right. Well, let's follow them. Let's
join up with them. Is that what you want to do,
Peter? You want to join him? You want to go away? Go. If you
want to go, go. And Peter said, Christ Jesus,
I ain't got nowhere else to go. Billy, every time I quote that,
my heart is saying within me, thank you, God. Unless I'm dreadfully
deceived and I don't think I am, that's my testimony. That's my
answer to my master. Larry, you want to leave? Oh,
Lord, I've got no place else to go. I've been there. I've been there. I want to cling
to you. Christ will never ever leave
me or ever let me quite leave him. Yes, faith, the faith of
these believers, your faith, my faith, is far from perfect,
but here's the thing. Our faith looks out at a perfect
object of faith, the Lord Jesus Christ. He is perfect. He is
perfect. My faith is far from it. But
he is a blessed person. The object of my faith is perfect. He perfectly obeyed God. I've got to hurry again. There
are four blossoms hanging on this limb of faith. The first
one, we're told, is seeing. That's the first blossom of true,
genuine faith. They've seen, having seen. Yes, we may look through a glass
darkly, we may see through a glass darkly, but we see, we see, we
see Jesus Christ, the Lamb of God. If God performed that miracle
of giving us sight, it's not for us to look at anything other
than His Son. Behold the Lamb of God, but I'm
blind, I can't behold Him, God. who caused the light to shine
on the darkness and shine into our hearts to give us the glorious
knowledge of God in the face of Jesus Christ. Can you remember,
my brother and sister, that moment? Don't you? When he first opened
your eyes? I don't know all y'all's history,
your background. Perhaps you've sat in a church
all your life. Perhaps you were a believer because
I knew all the right doctrine. It was well with my soul. A lot
of people do that. I'm a five-pointer. I must be
saved. I've known this all my life.
That makes me a Christian. But no, no, it doesn't. No, no,
it doesn't. It's only when God opens your
eyes. As Paul said, Paul, when he was
killing God's people, Thought he was pleasing God until the
Lord opened his eyes. But God, but God, when it pleased
God who called me out of that terrible darkness to reveal his
Son in me, I didn't have to run over and ask Peter or confer
with flesh and blood. I know whom I have believed.
There's a lot I don't know, but I know the Lord Jesus Christ
not as well as I will know him. It won't be long I'll know him
intimately. I will see him as he is. The first thing was they seen. And then it says they were persuaded. They were persuaded. I'll just
read a couple of verses on that and just Leave it alone. They were persuaded of the Lord Jesus Christ. They
embraced him. They were persuaded of his person,
of his work, and being fully persuaded what
he had promised he's able to perform. Another one, I am persuaded
that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities,
nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height,
nor depth, nor any other creature shall be able to separate us
from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus, I am persuaded
of that. Further, which calls to also
suffer these things, nevertheless, I am not ashamed, for I know
whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to
keep that which I have committed unto him against that day. Here's
the third sweet-smelling blossom, and embraced them. They saw them,
they were persuaded of them, and they embraced them. They
embraced them. Just like old Simeon, that day
that he came into the temple, And the Spirit of God whispered
into his ear, look over there, Simeon, that little dark-complected
infant in the arms of its mother is the Messiah. That's the one
God promised you before you died you would see. And what did he
do? He embraced him. He went over and took the babe
out of the arms of Mary, his mother, and he embraced him.
That's what faith does. It embraces the Son of God. It
takes the Son of God as His own, leaving and denouncing everything
else, especially their old idols, their old religion, their old
professions. They embrace the Son of God.
And with joy, like Simeon, they say, oh, now I'm ready to die.
I was never ready before. Nothing could make me ready to
meet God. Oh, but now I can because I'm
embracing his son. One with him. Oh, we know if
our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building
of God, a house not made with hands eternal in the heavens. Do y'all believe that? Could
y'all believe that? You believe that, Rob? You believe
that, Delilah, Bobby, Roger, Billy, Pete? Do you believe what
Christ said when he said, don't let your heart be troubled? I'm
not lying to you. I'm not trying to deceive you.
I'm not selling you a bag of goods. If I'm telling you I'm
going to prepare a place for you, I'll do it. And if I do
it, I'm not gonna fail to come back and take you to that place
so you can occupy it. In my father's house are many
dwellings. Apartments is the word, and there's
one for you. Your name's in the Lamb's Book
of Life? Then you will be with me where I am. I think these
lines are from a hymn that was one of Brother Don's favorites.
It says, in heaven no drooping nor pining, no wishing for elsewhere
to be. God's light is forever there
shining. How beautiful heaven must be.
How beautiful heaven must be. Sweet home of the happy and free. Fair haven of rest for the weary. Oh, how beautiful heaven must
be. Here's the last flower. The believer's
confession. Confession. They saw. They persuaded. They embraced. and confess that they were strangers
and pilgrims on the earth. I'm almost done. And thank God
we are. We don't feel at home in this
world. Thank God that you don't. You used to. You once did. What happened? God called you
out of darkness and translated you over into the kingdom of
his dear son. I'm a child of the king. A child
of the king. With Jesus my Savior, I'm a child
of the King. We confess Christ most gladly. We're not ashamed to identify
with him. A lot of people are. A lot of
professing Christians are. That's why these empty pews.
Oh, but we're not ashamed to identify with Christ. That's
what we did in our baptism. That's what it meant. If we were
sincere, we were identifying with Christ. We're risen to walk
in newness of life, following Christ. We identify with his
people, with his glorious gospel, with his church. I'm not ashamed
to be identified with any brother or sister of mine in Christ,
any man or woman that believes. I don't care who they are. I
dare not look down my nose at them. If they came through here
and stank, because they slept out in a ditch all night. If
they're my brother and sisters in Christ, I'll embrace them
and tell them to partake. Come and yes, we're a family
of God. Mr. Spurgeon, if I'm not mistaken,
wrote these lines very shortly after God saved him. A young
boy, I think he was 15 at the time God saved him. He said,
What the hand is to the lute, what the breath is to the flute,
what is fragrance to the smell, what the spring is to the whale,
what the flower is to the bee, that is Jesus Christ to me. What's
the mother to the child, what's the guide in pathless wild, what
is oil to troubled wave, what is ransom to the slave, what
is water to the sea, that is Jesus Christ to me. God forbid that I should glory,
saving the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by which the world
is crucified unto me, and I unto the world. May God now enable
us, as we observe the Lord's Supper by faith, see, be persuaded,
and embrace and confess that Jesus Christ is our all in all. Mr. Spurgeon wrote another one
Well, he wrote many actually, but I'll finish with this. Amidst
us our beloved stands, and bids us view his pierced hands, points
to his wounded feet and sighed, blessed emblems of the crucified.
What food luxurious loads the board, when at his table sits
the Lord. The wine how rich, the bread
how sweet, when Jesus deigns the guest to meet. If now with
eyes defiled and dim, We see the signs, but see not him, O
may his love the scales displace, And bid us view him face to face. Our former transports we recount,
When with him in the holy mount, These calls our souls to thirst
anew, His marred but lovely face to view. Not marred anymore. Your glorious bridegroom of our
hearts, Your presence, smile of heavenly parts. Oh, lift the
veil, if veil there be. Let every saint your beauties
see. Amen. Amen. God bless.