Grace Audio Treasures

It was while C.T Studd was studying at Cambridge University in 1833, that he came across the following tract written by an anonymous atheist:"If I firmly believed, as millions say they do, that the knowledge and practice of religion in this life, influence destiny in the eternal world, then religion would mean everything to me. I would cast away all . . .  earthly enjoyments as dross,  earthly cares as follies,  and earthly thoughts and feelings as vanity. "I would esteem one soul gained for Heaven, worth a life of suffering. Earthly consequences would never stay my hand nor seal my lips. Earth--its joys and its griefs--would occupy no moment of my thoughts. I would strive to look upon eternity alone, and on the immortal souls around me--soon to be everlastingly happy or everlastingly miserable."I would speak to my fellow men in season and out of season, and as far as my influence reached, I would strive to save them from eternal doom."Yet, you Christians who profess to believe this truth, and who say that you have been saved from eternal damnation--you do nothing! You profess to believe that the unconverted are going to Hell, yet you are as unconcerned about your fellow men as if they were only brutes. If I believed what you claim to believe, I would not rest, day or night, until I had ensured that everyone I met heard and had the opportunity to be saved. My text would be: "What shall it profit a man if he gains the whole world, and loses his own soul?" Mark 8:36The tract's argument was that if Christians truly believed in the reality of Heaven and Hell, then their lives should reflect an urgent and relentless commitment to evangelism.This tract had a powerfu

Begone Unbelief Don Fortner Be gone my fears, for Christ is near,And for my soul He will appear:His work my Savior will perform,So let me smile at every storm.Though dark my way, Christ is my Guide,(Jehovah-jireh will provide!)Though cisterns break and creatures fail,His promised grace shall yet prevail.His mercy, love and grace I knowWill never, never let me go!The many Ebenezers pastAssure me that free grace will last.Preserved by grace, He watched my path,While I rebelled and courted death,And He will keep me through all strifeWith sins and falls to endless life!He Who taught me to trust His Name,Said "You shall not be put to shame."I'm saved, I'm saved by grace aloneIn Jesus Christ, God's darling Son!

There are many idolaters in the world, besides those who worship blocks of wood and stone. There are men who would scorn to be called idolaters, who, nevertheless, are not worshipers of the true God, but votaries of a deity of their own making. They have not made him with wood, or clay, or gold, or silver--but they have fashioned him out of their own conceptions. They believe in a god such as they think God ought to be; and according to the general rule and fashion now-a-days, the god whom men invent for themselves, is a being entirely devoid of justice.They say that the God of the Bible, who is the real, living, and true God--is vindictive, because he punishes all rebellion against His law; because, being at the head of all moral government, He will not allow His law to be trampled on with impunity, and will by no means spare the guilty. The God who executes vengeance upon sinners, is not the God for men of the modern school. They want an easier deity, a far more lenient governor, a soft God for themselves. The God of Scripture never was loved by proud and carnally-minded men. They set up an effeminate deity of their own, who is like themselves, who cares nothing about the evil of sin, and will simply overlook sin, and will allow sinners to go unpunished--a god who does their bidding, for he quenches the fire of Hell, or renders it only a transient punishment for a few years. They set up a god who gives them license to think as they like, and treat His Word as a scroll of cloth for them to cut according to their own fashion. The god of modern thought, is not the God of the Bible, neither is he any more the true God than Baal or Ashtareth, Jupiter or Apollo. The t

Have any of you been abroad in the fields during the past week? If so, you must have marked the waning year. The leaves are fading all around us, clothing the departing year with a wonderful beauty. As they fade away one by one, they preach to us, and say, "You, too, O men, will soon fall to earth and wither!" Have you heard the sermons of the falling leaves? You say to yourselves, "Winter will soon be here." You begin to store up your stocks of fuel to meet the coming cold. But do you not see those gray hairs upon your head--are they not wintry tokens too? Do you not note those trembling limbs, those loosened sinews, that furrowed brow? Do not these betoken that your winter is hastening on? Have you made no provision for eternity? Will you be driven away forever, where there shall be no hope? Have you laid up no stores of comfort for another world? O fools, and slow of heart--even the birds of the air rebuke you! It was but the other day I saw the swallows gathering, and away they flew across the sea to sunnier climates. They did not wait here until all their food was gone and they must famish. No, they took to themselves wings, and followed the sun. Has all the wisdom entered into birds--and have men none left? "Even the stork in the sky knows her appointed seasons, and the dove, the swift and the thrush observe the time of their migration. But My people do not know the requirements of the LORD." Jeremiah 8:7Will you wait in this poor world, and linger among its dying joys--until you die and perish forever? Oh, that you would take the wings of faith, and fly where the Sun of Righteousness points out the way, and you will reach the land of everlasting summer, wh

The expulsive power of a new affectionby John MacDuff"For all who are being led by the Spirit of God, these are sons of God." Romans 8:14"I will put My Spirit within you, and cause you to walk in My statutes and be careful to obey My rules." Ezekiel 36:27God has made gracious provision to secure, on the part of His ransomed people, a holy walk and obedience; and that, not through their own strength, but through the strength and power of His indwelling Spirit. By that Spirit, we are not only renewed, but led. We are sweetly constrained to walk in harmony with the divine will as manifested in His Word, and the impulses of our regenerated nature. We have here, what is called the expulsive power of a new affection. This expulsive power of a new affection, is a plant which our Heavenly Father must plant. It is not indigenous to the natural soil of the human heart, which is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked.The power of sin, becomes slowly weaker and weaker. The power of grace, slowly, it may be imperceptibly, becomes stronger and stronger.Reader, have you in any feeble measure, been able to realize the presence and power of the indwelling Spirit, leading you to the surrender of your heart and life to Christ? Is the Spirit gradually leading you to the conquest of sin, and the expulsion of whatever is . . . impure and corrupt, grasping and covetous, unloving and unholy?"I will put fear of Me in their hearts, so they will never again turn away from Me!" Jeremiah 32:40

Jesus, the believer's treasureJonathan EdwardsThere is no treasure so satisfying as Christ, for He is the fountain of all happiness, and the source of eternal joy.The believer values Christ above all, for He is the chief good--and in Him, all desires are fully satisfied.Christ is the pearl of great price, for whom the believer gladly sells all to possess.The true saint delights to behold the beauty and glory of Christ, for He is altogether lovely.The true believer prizes Christ above the world, counting all things but loss for the excellence of knowing Him.The love of Christ fills the soul as the sweetest treasure, making all earthly pleasures seem as nothing.When Christ is our treasure, we rejoice in Him as our eternal inheritance--one that can never fade away.The believer's heart rests only in Christ, for He is the treasure that can never be exhausted.Jesus Christ is . . . the sum of all good things, the fountain of all beauty, and the source of all joy to the soul.There is an infinite excellence in Christ, which is worthy of our highest esteem and most ardent love.The soul that has tasted the sweetness of Christ, sees that He is infinitely more glorious than all the world.Christ is . . .a treasure that never diminishes, a fountain that never runs dry, and a Savior who is all-sufficient for every need.He who has Christ, has a possession of infinite worth, for He is the eternal and unchangeable God, given to us as our eternal portion.The soul that treasures Christ, finds all earthly possessions as nothing compared to the riches of His grace.Christ is the great treasure-house of Heaven, from which all blessings flow to His peo

Luke 12:34, "For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."A person's desires manifest the genuine state of his heart.When I have heard of Christians attending sinful amusements as an occasional treat, I have seen at once what their hearts truly desired; they evidently loved worldly pleasures better than spiritual joys. Where either a man's pleasure or treasure is--there his heart is. Whatever gives you the most pleasure, is really your God.To be flattered is the greatest delight of many--their God is themselves."To make money is my greatest delight," says one. Then the golden calf is your God.Whatever is your greatest joy and treasure, that is your Heaven and your God. If you do not find the greatest pleasure in the things of God, then you do not know what the Christian life means, neither will you ever know the pleasures which are at God's right hand."Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on things above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things." Colossians 3:1-2"But our citizenship is in Heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ" Philippians 3:20"Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my thoughts. See if there is any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting." Psalm 139:23-24"The dearest idol I have known, Whatever that idol be, Help me to tear it from Your throne, And worship only Thee!"

O Lovely Source of True DelightAnne Steele, 1760O lovely Source of true delight,Whom I unseen adore!Unveil Your beauties to my sight,That I may love You more.Your glory over creation shines;But in Your sacred Word,I read in fairer, brighter lines,My bleeding, dying Lord.'Tis here whenever my comforts droop,And sin and sorrow rise,Your love with cheering beams of hope,My fainting heart supplies.But O too soon the pleasing scene,Is clouded over with pain;My gloomy fears rise dark between,And I again complain.Jesus my Lord, my life, my light!Oh, come with blissful ray;Break through the dark shades of night,And chase my fears away.Then shall my soul with rapture traceThe wonders of Your love.But the full glories of Your faceAre only known above.

Your Father KnowsAnnie Johnson Flint, 1923God knows the need of my life,For shelter and clothing and food;In each trifling care of the day,The word of His promise is good.He knows my thought from afar,The wish that I never have told,And every unspoken desire,His wisdom grants or withholds.He knows the way that I take;Each step of that way He has planned;And, walking through sunshine or storm,I walk in the shade of His hand.In deserts untrodden and drear,Where foes in the darkness may hide,He leaves me never alone;He sends me light and a guide.God knows the need of my soul,The trial that calls for His grace,The weakness that leans on His strength,The fear that looks up to His face.He knows what sifting is best,To scatter the chaff from the wheat,And lay all my self-righteous pride,Low down in the dust at His feet.He knows me yet He can love,Can wait with love's patience divine,My stubborn and arrogant heart,Its will to His own to resign.He knows my frame is but dust;He knows how much it can bear;I rest in that knowledge supreme;I trust in His power and care.

When I survey life's varied sceneAnne Steele, 1760When I survey life's varied scene,Amid the darkest hours,Sweet rays of comfort shine between,And thorns are mixed with flowers.Lord teach me to adore Your hand,From whence my comforts flow;And let me in this desert land,A glimpse of Heaven know.Is health and ease my happy share?O may I bless my God;Your kindness, let my songs declare,And spread Your praise abroad.While such delightful gifts as these,Are kindly dealt to me,Let all my hours of health and ease,Be devoted Lord to Thee.When present sufferings pain my heart,Or future terrors rise,And light and hope almost depart,From these dejected eyes.Your powerful Word supports my hope,Sweet cordial of the mind!And bears my fainting spirit up,And bids me wait resigned.And O, whatever of earthly bliss,Your sovereign hand denies,Accepted at Your throne of grace,Let this petition rise:"Give me a calm, a thankful heart,From every murmur free;The blessings of Your grace impart,And let me live to Thee.""Let the sweet hope that You are mine,My path of life attend;Your presence through my journey shine,And bless its happy end."