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Avon
C. M.
#70 in the Good Old Songs
Beneath the sacred throne of God
I saw a river rise;
The streams where peace and pardoning blood
descending from the skies. Angelic minds cannot
explore
This deep unfathomed sea;
Tis void of bottom, brim, or shore,
And lost in Deity. I stood amazed, ad wondered when,
Or why this ocean rose,
That wafts salvation down to men,
His traitors and His foes. That sacred flood, form
Jesus' veins,
Was free to take a way
A Mary's or Manasseh's stains,
Or sins more vile than they.
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Notable Quote:
"Usually
when the thing is started it is not called a Sunday school. The Old
Baptist would "catch on" to the "racket" at once, and spurn the
thing. Every time that little brat is born into an Old Baptist
Church it is called a Bible class, or a Bible Study, Bible hour --
or some such little "no harm" name. And it usually catches the fancy
of some. The little imp makes its appearance at first in some such
unpretentious way. Be ware! Such things are a departure from the
original Baptist principles and practice." Elder C. H. Cayce From
the Primitive Baptist Editorials, Volume 5, page 429
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