The Incomparable Rock!

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The Incomparable Rock!
From Timeless Grace Gems
James Smith, 1860

        "There is no Rock like our God!" 1 Samuel 2:2

        As creatures, we all need . . .
        an object of trust,
        one on whom we can lean,
        one in whom we can confide,
        one to whom we may look for defense and safety.

        As lost sinners, we need more. Every creature has some rock, some object of dependence and trust; for without this, there would be recklessness or despair.

        Some make a rock of their wealth,
        some of their talents,
        some of their station,
        some of their friends,
        some of their good deeds,
        some of their religious observances,
        some of their name or fame.

        But the Christian's rock is his God, that is — God in Christ. Yes, Jesus is . . .
        the foundation of his hopes,
        the source of his strength,
        the anchor of his safety, and
        the fountain that supplies him!

        In Christ, his Rock — he finds honey, and this rock pours out rivers of oil for him, "He nourished him with honey from the rock, and with oil from the flinty crag." Deuteronomy 32:13. This rock, Christ — is the rock of his salvation. This rock of ages — is the rock of his strength. Of this rock, he can sing, "The Lord is my Rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my Rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation. He is my stronghold, my refuge and my savior!" 2 Samuel 22:2-3

        Looking around upon all others he can say, "But their 'rock' is not like our Rock; even our enemies concede." Deuteronomy 32:31.

        There is no rock like our rock:
        none so great,
        none so ancient,
        none so durable,
        none so suited to meet all a sinner's needs!

        On this rock we build for eternity! We have no doubt that our immortal interests are safe. To this rock we run for safety, and smile at the opposition of all our foes. In this rock we hide, and are safe from the sword of divine justice, as well as the rage of infernal hell. In this rock we take shelter, and are uninjured by the windy storm and tempest.

        From this rock we look for all our supplies — and we are not, cannot be disappointed. Beneath its shade — we enjoy peace and comfort! In its cleft — we are safe for evermore!

        How gracious, how condescending is our God, to compare himself to such a natural object, on purpose to . . .
        inspire us with confidence,
        arm us with courage, and
        fill us with comfort!

        How safe, how happy is the believer — having God for his ROCK; for . . .
        he builds on a foundation that can never decay,
        he trusts in a stronghold that can never be taken,
        he hides in a refuge from which he can never be expelled!

        How foolish is the lost sinner . . .
        to build on the SAND — with a rock so near;
        to trust in himself — with such a defense at hand;
        to expose himself to his foes — with such a refuge within reach!

        Lost sinner! Jesus, in his person, obedience, and blood — is a firm foundation for you to build on! Jesus in his offices, relations, and engagements — is a hiding-place where you may find safety, in life and death, in time and eternity. Come then to Jesus, and build your immortal hopes on him. Believe in Jesus, and be saved perfectly and eternally by him. Hide yourself in Jesus, and then, let what will happen — you can have no cause of fear, no reason to be alarmed — for the eternal God is your strength and your portion forever!

        "The Lord lives! Praise be to my Rock! Exalted be God, the Rock, my Savior!" 2 Samuel 22:47

         

            Great Rock for weary sinners made,
            When storms of sin infest the soul;
            Here let me rest my weary head,
            When lightnings blaze, and thunders roll!

            Within the clefts of his dear side,
            There all his saints in safety dwell;
            And what, from Jesus, shall divide?
            Not all the rage of earth or hell!

            O sacred Covert from the beams
            That on the weary traveler beat,
            How welcome are your shade and streams,
            How blessed, how sacred, and how sweet!

            And when that awful storm takes place,
            That hurls destruction far and near,
            My soul shall refuge in your grace,
            And take her glorious shelter there!

            To shake this Rock your saints are in.
            Tempest or storm shall ne'er prevail
            'Twill stand the blast of hell and sin,
            And anchor sure within the veil!

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