A Brighter Day Begins with His Word.

Moody, Dwight Lyman, 1837-1899 • SECTION 47

Part 47

← Prevailing Prayer: What Hinders It?

“I must not forget to tell you that I went down before God in my misery, my helplessness, and my sin, and owned to Him that it was impossible that I should be saved; that it was impossible for me to keep clear of drink; but from that night to this moment, I have never had the slightest desire for drink.

“It was a hard struggle indeed to give up smoking. But God in His great wisdom, knew that I must have come to grief if I had to fight single-handed against the overwhelming desire I had for drink; and He took that desire, too, clean away. From that day to this the Lord has kept me away from drink, and made me hate it most bitterly. I simply said that I had not any strength; nor have I now; but it is the Lord Jesus who ‘is able also to save them to the uttermost that come unto God by Him.’

“If there is any one hearing me who has given up all hope, come to the Savior! That is His name, for ‘He shall save His people from their sins.’ Wherever I have gone, since then, I have found Him to be my Savior. God forbid that I should glory! It would be glorying in my shame. It is to my shame that I speak thus of myself; but oh, the Savior is able to save, and He will save!

“Christian friends, continue to pray. You may go to heaven before your sons are brought home. My parents did; and my sisters prayed for me for years and years. But now I can help others on their way to Zion. Praise the Lord for all His mercy to me!

“Remember, ‘with God all things are possible.’ And then you may say like St. Paul, ‘I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.’”

“Look Up.”

“O soul most desolate, look up! For thee One faithful voice doth promise sure relief. Whate’er thy sin, whate’er thy sorrow be, Tell all to Jesus. He looketh where The weary-hearted weep, and draweth near To listen fondly to the half-formed prayer, Or read the silent pleading of a tear. Lose not thy privilege, O silent soul; Pour out thy sorrow at thy Savior’s feet. What outcast spurns the hand that gives the dole? Oh, let Him hear thy voice; to Him thy voice is sweet.”

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