Saturday, February 13, 2016

Standing on the promises of Christ my King,
Thro’ eternal ages let his praises ring,
Glory in the highest, I will shout and sing,
Standing on the promises of God.

Standing on the promises that cannot fail,
When the howling storms of fear assail,
By the living Word of God I shall prevail,
Standing on the promises of God.

Standing on the promises I now can see
Perfect, present cleansing in the blood for me;
Standing in the liberty where Christ makes free,
Standing on the promises of God.

Standing on the promises of Christ the Lord,
Bound to him eternally by love’s strong cord,
Overcoming daily with the Spirit’s sword,
Standing on the promises of God.

Standing on the promises I cannot fall,
Listening ev’ry moment to the Spirit’s call,
Resting in my Savior, as my all in all,
Standing on the promises of God.

Standing, standing,
Standing on the promises of God my Savior;
Standing, standing,
I’m standing on the promises of God.
                                               R. Kelso Carter

And this is the promise that he hath promised us, even eternal life.  1 Jn 2:25

     God’s promises are the peculiar treasure of believers:  the substance of faith's heritage lies in them.  All the promises of our covenant God are ours to have and to hold as our personal possession.  By faith we receive and embrace them, and they constitute our true riches.  We have certain most precious things in actual enjoyment at this present; but the capital of our wealth, the bulk of our estate lies in the promise of our God.  That which we have in hand is only the earnest penny of the immeasurable wage of grace which is to be paid to us in due time.
     The Lord graciously gives us even now all things necessary for this life and godliness; but his choicest blessings are held in reserve for time to come.  Grace given to us from day to day is our spending money for traveling expenses on the road home; but it is not our estate.  Providential supplies are rations on the march, but not the ultimate feast of love.  We may miss these wayside meals, but we are bound for The Supper of The Lamb.  Thieves may rob us of our ready cash; but our peculiar treasure is hid with Christ in God beyond all fear of loss.  The hand which bled to make this treasure ours is keeping it for us.......
     It is as though a man should have in his hand a fair copy of his title-deeds, and should delight himself in reading it until by some mischance his copy is stolen or mislaid.  The loss of his writings is not the loss of his rights.  His comfortable reading of the title-deed is suspended, but his claim to his property is not shaken.  The covenant promise is entailed upon every joint-heir with Christ, and there is no such thing as the breaking of this entail.  Many an event may tend to shake the believer's sense of security, but "the promise is sure to all the seed."  Our greatest possession lies not in any present comfort or confidence which we receive from the promise, but in the promise itself, and in the glorious heritage which it secures to us.  Our inheritance lies not on this side of the Jordan.......
     Faith obliterates time, annihilates distance, and brings future things at once into its possession.  The Lord has not as yet given us to join the hallelujahs of heaven:  we have not yet passed through the gates of pearl, nor have we trodden the streets of transparent gold; but the promise of such felicity lights up the gloom of our affliction, and yields us immediate foretastes of glory.  We triumph by faith before our hands actually grasp the palm.  We reign with Christ by faith before our heads are encircled with our unfading coronets.......
                                                                                                                                       C. H. Spurgeon 

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