The religion which I want

The religion which I want


I am quite sick of modern religion—it is such

a mixture, such a medley, such a compromise.

I find much, indeed, of this religion in my own

heart, for it suits the flesh well—but I would

not have it so, and grieve it should be so.

The religion which I want is that of the Holy Spirit.

I know nothing but what He teaches me.

I feel nothing but what He works in me.

I believe nothing but what He shows me.

I only mourn when He smites my rocky heart.

I only rejoice when He reveals the Savior.

This religion I am seeking after, though miles and

miles from it—but no other will satisfy or content me.

When the blessed Spirit is not at work in me,

and with me, I fall back into all the . . .






infidelity, and


of my Adam nature.

True religion is a supernatural and mysterious thing.

The Gospel

(Octavius Winslow, “Morning Thoughts”)

The gospel is the master-work of Jehovah,

presenting the greatest display of His manifold

wisdom, and the most costly exhibition of the

riches of His grace. In constructing it He would

seem to have summoned to His aid all the

resources of His own infinity . . .

His fathomless wisdom,

His boundless love,

His illimitable grace,

His infinite power,

His spotless holiness,

all contributed their glory, and conspired

to present it to the universe as the most

consummate piece of Divine workmanship!

The revelations it makes,

the facts it records,

the doctrines it propounds,

the effects is produces,

proclaim it to be the “glorious

gospel of the blessed God.”

We live encircled by shadows . . .

our friends are shadows,

our comforts are shadows,

our supports are shadows,

our pursuits are shadows, and

we ourselves are shadows passing away.

But in the precious gospel we have substance,

we have reality, we have that which remains

with us when all other things disappear, leaving

the soul desolate, the heart bleeding, and the

spirit bowed in sorrow to the dust.

But the gospel . . .

guides our perplexities,

mitigates our griefs,

sanctifies our sorrows,

heals our wounds,

dries our tears,

because it leads us to . . .

the love,

the tenderness,

the sympathy,

the grace of Jesus.

The gospel . . .

reveals Jesus,

speaks mainly of Jesus,

leads simply to Jesus,

and this makes it “glad tidings of great joy,” to

a poor, lost, ruined, tried, and tempted sinner!

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