I have blotted out, as a thick cloud, thy transgressions, and, as a cloud, thy sins: return unto Me; for I have redeemed thee. – Isaiah 44:22

Oh, the blackness of the darkness above; oh, the horror of the tempest within, in the dreadful hour of conviction of sin, when my weary soul longed for nothingness, that it might escape from its own hell. Oh, the dread of the wrath to come. I saw all of God’s indignation gathering up to spend itself upon me, but glory be to God, it spent itself elsewhere!

“The tempest’s awful voice was heard;
O Christ, it broke on Thee!
Thy open bosom was my ward,
It braved the storm for me.
Thy form was scarr’d, Thy visage marr’d,
Now cloudless peace for me.”

Well do I remember the day in which I looked to the Jews and was lightened in a moment; the rain was over and gone, and all was peace and joy. Oh, that blessed day! I went forth with joy and was led forth with peace; the mountains and the hills brake forth before me into singing, and all the trees of the field did clap their hands. Nor has the joy departed: for me the mountains still are singing, and the trees still clap their hands; for still my heart is glad within me at every mention of the precious name of Jesus; His blood still speaketh peace within my conscience, and His finished sacrifice is still my joy. ~ C.H. Spurgeon

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