Burdens Sermon Illustrations

Burdens Sermon Illustrations

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"He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase,
To added affliction He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace.

"When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,
Our Father's full giving is only begun.

"His love has no limit, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men,
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth and giveth and giveth again."Gospel Herald.

Shut in from dale and glen,
Shut in from blooming bowers,
Shut in your lonesome den,
Through trying, weary hours.

The world goes on its way
Unmindful of your gloom;
Alone, you sit and pray,
Shut in your little room.

Yet, not shut in, alone,
The Lord is with you there,
He fills your heart with song,
He takes away your care.

Shut in, you see His face,
His wonders you explore,
You roam in realms of grace,
And pleasures evermore.Selected

Loved To The End

"Casting all your care upon him: for he careth for you."—I Peter 5:7.

Christian, when thy way seems darkest,
And thine eyes with tears are dim,
Straight to God thy Father hastening,
Tell thy sorrows unto Him.
Not to human ear confiding
Thy sad tale of grief and care,
But on God thy Father resting,
Pour out all thy sorrows there.

All thy griefs by Him are ordered,
Needful is each one for thee;
All thy tears by Him are counted,
One too much there cannot be!
And if, whilst they fall so quickly,
Thou canst own His love aright,
Then each bitter tear of anguish
Precious is in Jesus' sight.

Far too well thy Saviour loves thee,
To allow thy life to be
One long calm, unbroken summer,
One unruffled stormless sea.
He would have thee fondly nestling,
Closer to His loving breast;
He would have that world seem brighter
Where alone is perfect rest.

Though His wise and loving purpose,
Clearly now thou canst not see,
Still believe, with faith unshaken,
All shall work for good to thee,
Therefore when thy way seems darkest,
And thine eyes with tears are dim,
Straight to God thy Father hastening
Tell thy sorrows unto Him.Selected.

The Blessing of Irritations

Life on earth would not be worth much if every source of irritation were removed. Yet most of us rebel against the things that irritate us, and count as heavy loss what ought to be rich gain. We are told that the oyster is wiser; that when an irritating object, like a bit of sand, gets under the "mantle" of his shell, he simply covers it with the most precious part of his being and makes of it a pearl. The irritation that it was causing is stopped by encrusting it with the pearly formation. A true pearl is therefore simply a victory over irritation. Every irritation that gets into our lives today is an opportunity for pearl culture. The more irritations the Devil flings at us, the more pearls we may have. We need only to welcome them and cover them completely with love, that most precious part of us, and the irritation will be smothered out as the pearl comes into being. What a store of pearls we may have, if we will!—Sunday School Times.

I'll Hide Myself in Jesus

When trials come, and storms arise;
When tempests darken earth and skies,
And everything my spirit tries,
I'll hide myself in Jesus.
When friends turn cold, and scorn to own
That I, as friend, was ever known,
And I am left to go alone,
I'll hide myself in Jesus.

Should fortune fail, and sorrows come,
And I am left without a home,
I know in Christ there's always room
To hide myself in Jesus.
Should that dear one on whom I lean
No longer by my side be seen,
Should death's dark veil e'er come between,
I'll hide myself in Jesus.

As one by one my ties are riven;
As one by one the dear ones given,
Are torn from earth, to live in Heaven,
"I'll hide myself in Jesus.
While here below, on storm-tossed sea,
Where dangers ever threaten me,
It ever shall my purpose be
To hide myself in Jesus.

There is no other safe retreat
Where I may hide when tempests beat,
Here I have found a rest complete
While hiding now in Jesus.
0 let me always here abide,
Safe sheltered in His wounded side,
Till I, the storms of earth outride,
Till then I'll hide in Jesus.Herald of Holiness

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