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Voice Of Prophecy

H.M.S. Richards

The Life Everlasting

Lift up the trumpet and loud let it ring, Jesus is coming again.

Cheer up you pilgrims, be joyful and sing, Jesus is coming again.

This is the voice of prophecy, a voice crying in the wilderness of these modern days, Prepare ye the way of the Lord.

Coming again, coming again, Jesus is coming again.

From our Voice of Prophecy studios in Los Angeles, California, we welcome you to this half hour of inspiration.

Music with the King's Herald's Del Delker, Brad Braley and HMS Richards, the Voice of Prophecy speaker.

I was once a sinner, but I came, pardoned to receive from my Lord.

This was freely given, and I found that he always kept his word.

There's a new name written down in glory, And it's mine, oh yes it's mine.

And the white-robed angels sing the story, A sinner has come home.

For there's a new name written down in glory And it's mine, oh yes it's mine With my sins forgiven, I am bound for heaven, never more to roam.

In the book is written, saved by grace, All the joy that came to my soul.

Now I am forgiven, and I know by the blood I am made whole.

There's a new name written down in glory, and it's mine.

And the white-robed angels sing the story.

A sinner has come home, for there's a new name written down in glory.

And it's mine, oh yes it's mine With my sins forgiven I am bound for heaven Never more to roam.

O Lord, our Heavenly Father, we thank Thee for Thy mercies to us and for the wonderful promises of Thy Word.

Give us hope in the life eternal and bless every listener today we ask in Christ's name.

O Jesus, blessed Redeemer, O Jesus, blessed Redeemer, sent from the heart of God, Hold us who bow before Thee, near to the heart of God.

♪ Spirit of the living God, Spirit of the living God, fall on me.

I am the living The day of miracles has not passed.

Each time a soul is born again into the kingdom of grace, It is a miracle of love and grace.

My Father is omnipotent, on that you can rely.

A God of might and miracles, it is written in the sky.

It took a miracle to put the stars in place.

It took a miracle to hang the world in space.

In space but when he saved my soul cleansed and made me whole It took a miracle of love and grace.

Though here his glory has been shown, we will not fully see The wonders of his might and throne until eternity.

But when he saved my soul, cleansed and made me whole, It took a miracle of love and grace.

Here now is HMS Richards, the voice of prophecy speaker.

About a month before the churches in general were celebrating the Easter season, she had returned from the place of burial outside the city, leaving there in silence her fourteen-year-old son.

There was little to fight it with in those days.

2 days later her little girl gave up the struggle, and in less than a week, the baby, only the three-year-old, escaped.

This mother's face was pale but beautiful as she stood with her husband at the service where the minister spoke of the victory of Christ in the Garden of the Resurrection.

She and her husband joined with the congregation when they rose to sing, The Powers of Death Have Done Their Worst, but Christ their legions has dispersed.

Her husband could not sing, but stood with head bowed.

She touched his hand as it lay in the back of the pew.

And they recited together those beautiful words of the creed, I believe in the resurrection of the body and the life everlasting.

She taught her class that day, while he went to his superintendent's desk and led the school in worship and the study of the Word.

Among all those who had been present at the services, whose faces were lined with suffering and defeat and even rebellion, these 2 seemed to be a miracle.

1 fifteen-year-old boy, as he walked out with his father, said, Dead?

Oh, the whole big thing, all of it, you know, Easter.

It's only when a time of test and sorrow and heartbreak comes that we realize how big it really is and how glorious it is.

We seem to hear Jesus saying to bereaved Martha, I am the resurrection and the life.

He that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.

And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.

The more we think of it, it's big, big, big.

It's too big to trust to mere human theories, too big to rest on guesses.

Whenever this thought comes into my mind, the great question, is there life after death?

My heart flees for refuge to the wonderful promises of the Holy Scriptures.

Words like these, If Christ be not raised, your faith is vain, ye are yet in your sins.

Then they also which are fallen asleep in Christ are perished.

But now is Christ risen from the dead, and become the firstfruits of them that slept.

For since by man came death, by man came also the resurrection of the dead.

For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive.

But every man in his own order, Christ the firstfruits, afterward they that are Christ at his coming." In my own soul I need words like these in 1 Corinthians 15, 17 to 23.

There's 1 thing in which atheist, infidel, skeptic, agnostic, believer, pagan, Hindu, Muslim, Jew, Christian, yes, there's 1 thing in which all people on earth agree, an article of faith on which there is absolute unanimity, words engraved in iron on the granite face of time, and always staring us in the face, the words, All men die.

Jesus said, Because I live, ye shall live also.

John 14.19 Jesus said, I go to prepare a place for you, and if I Go and prepare a place for you.

I will come again, and receive you unto myself, that where I am, there ye may be also."—John 14, 2.

McConkie Brings us a beautiful story of a faithful missionary in distant Korea who sat at the bedside of his dying wife.

They had toiled together in the Gospel of Jesus Christ for 15 years, and now her summons had come.

Heartbroken, he sat and waited for the end.

Her last thought, an unselfish 1, was for him.

Not more than a month passed until the bereaved husband sat at that same bedside, watching his only child, a four-year-old boy, slip away from him.

Again he faced a parting which meant unspeakable anguish.

But the little fellow had the same message for his sorrowing father.

A few days later, as he was riding his little son's funeral train from behind the curtain of the sedan chair in which he was being born by the natives, he heard a woman weeping.

Then the voice of another Korean woman was heard saying, why are you weeping?

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