[Each month in 2025, we wander down memory lane, repeating t=
he Grif Net email/blog posts for an entire week from 25 years ago (March 20=
00).]
How sweet and awe-full is the place with Christ within the doors,
Whi=
le everlasting love displays the choicest of her stores.
While all our hearts and all our songs join to admire the =
feast,
Each of us cry, with thankful tongues, “Lord, why was I a g=
uest?”
“Why was I made to he=
ar Thy voice and enter while there’s room,
When thousands make a w=
retched choice and rather starve than come?”
’Twas the same love that spread the feast that sweetly dre=
w us in,
Else we had still refused to taste and perished in our sin.
Pity the nations, O our God, constrain the =
earth to come.
Send Thy victorious Word abroad and bring the strangers h=
ome.
We long to see Thy churches full th=
at all the chosen race
May with one voice and heart and soul sing Thy re=
deeming grace.
(Isaac=
Watts, 1674-1748)
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Dr Bob Griffin
[email protected] www.grif.net
"1=
cross + 3 nails =3D 4 given"
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