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On Jordans stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye To Canaans fair and happy land, Where my possessions lie. All oer those wide extended plains, Shines one eternal day; There God the Son forever reigns, And scatters night away. No chilling winds nor poisonous breath Can reach that healthful shore; Sickness, sorrow, pain and death, Are felt and feared no more. When shall I reach that happy place, And be forever blessed? When shall I see my Fathers face

"…The sheep hear his voice, and he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. 4 When he has brought out all his own, he goes before them, and the sheep follow him, for they know his voice. 5 A stranger they will not follow, but they will flee from him, for they do not know the voice of strangers." (John 10:3-5 ESV) Sheep milling about in a sheep pen look remarkably the same and it is extremely difficult for the untrained eye to distinguish them from one another even afte

From chapter 9 of Power Through Prayer by E.M. Bounds "I ought to pray before seeing any one. Often when I sleep long, or meet with others early, it is eleven or twelve o’clock before I begin secret prayer. This is a wretched system. It is unscriptural. Christ arose before day and went into a solitary place. David says: “Early will I seek thee”; “Thou shalt early hear my voice.” Family prayer loses much of its power and sweetness, and I can do no good to those who come to see