Dear friends, the last song in this world, the song of triumph, shall be full of God, and of no one else. Here you praise the instrument; today you look on this man and on that, and you say, “Thank God for this minister, and for this man!” But in that day, forgotten shall their names be for a season, even as the stars refuse to shine when the sun himself appeareth. The song shall be unto Jehovah, and Jehovah only; “Unto him that loved as, and hath washed us from our sins in his own Wood, unto him be glory forever and ever. Amen.”

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