August 9, Morning
Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
[Song.4:7]
The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint. From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifying sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment. ■ We are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags. ■ I know that in me [that is, in my flesh,] dwelleth no good thing.
[Isa.1:5,6 | Isa.64:6 | Rom.7:18]
Ye are washed, ... ye are sanctified, ... ye are justified in the name of the Lord Jesus, and by the Spirit of our God. ■ The King's daughter is all glorious within. ■ Perfect through my comeliness, which I had put upon thee, saith the Lord GOD.
[I Cor.6:11 | Psa.45:13 | Ezek.16:14]
Let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us.
[Psa.90:17]
These are they which ... have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. ■ A glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but ... holy and without blemish. ■ Ye are complete in him.
[Rev.7:14 | Eph.5:27 | Col.2:10]
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