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God is furious at Satan’s handiwork.

BibleGateway: Jeremiah 23:16-32

ESV Text: Jeremiah 23:16-32

KJV Text:

The section starts at about 2:46 and ends at about 5:28

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16 Thus saith the LORD of hosts, Hearken not unto the words of the prophets that prophesy unto you: they make you vain: they speak a vision of their own heart, and not out of the mouth of the LORD. 17 They say still unto them that despise me, The LORD hath said, Ye shall have peace; and they say unto every one that walketh after the imagination of his own heart, No evil shall come upon you. 18 For who hath stood in the counsel of the LORD, and hath perceived and heard his word? who hath marked his word, and heard it? 19 Behold, a whirlwind of the LORD is gone forth in fury, even a grievous whirlwind: it shall fall grievously upon the head of the wicked. 20 The anger of the LORD shall not return, until he have executed, and till he have performed the thoughts of his heart: in the latter days ye shall consider it perfectly. 21 I have not sent these prophets, yet they ran: I have not spoken to them, yet they prophesied. 22 But if they had stood in my counsel, and had caused my people to hear my words, then they should have turned them from their evil way, and from the evil of their doings. 23 Am I a God at hand, saith the LORD, and not a God afar off? 24 Can any hide himself in secret places that I shall not see him? saith the LORD. Do not I fill heaven and earth? saith the LORD. 25 I have heard what the prophets said, that prophesy lies in my name, saying, I have dreamed, I have dreamed. 26 How long shall this be in the heart of the prophets that prophesy lies? yea, they are prophets of the deceit of their own heart; 27 Which think to cause my people to forget my name by their dreams which they tell every man to his neighbour, as their fathers have forgotten my name for Baal. 28 The prophet that hath a dream, let him tell a dream; and he that hath my word, let him speak my word faithfully. What is the chaff to the wheat? saith the LORD. 29 Is not my word like as a fire? saith the LORD; and like a hammer that breaketh the rock in pieces? 30 Therefore, behold, I am against the prophets, saith the LORD, that steal my words every one from his neighbour. 31 Behold, I am against the prophets, saith the LORD, that use their tongues, and say, He saith. 32 Behold, I am against them that prophesy false dreams, saith the LORD, and do tell them, and cause my people to err by their lies, and by their lightness; yet I sent them not, nor commanded them: therefore they shall not profit this people at all, saith the LORD.(KJV)

Hymn: TLH 607:
Day of Wrath, O Day of Mourning

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1. Day of wrath, O day of mourning! 
See fulfilled the Prophet’s warning, 
Heaven and earth in ashes burning. 

2. Oh, what fear man’s bosom rendeth 
When from heav’n the Judge descendeth 
On whose sentence all dependeth! 

3. Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth, 
Thro’ earth’s sepulchers it ringeth, 
All before the throne it bringeth. 

4. Death is struck and nature quaking; 
All creation is awaking, 
To its Judge an answer making. 

5. Lo, the book, exactly worded, 
Wherein all hath been recorded; 
Thence shall judgment be awarded. 

6. When the Judge His seat attaineth 
And each hidden deed arraigneth, 
Nothing unavenged remaineth. 

7. What shall I, frail man, be pleading? 
Who for me be interceding 
When the just are mercy needing? 

8. King of majesty tremendous, 
Who dost free salvation send us, 
Fount of pity, then befriend us. 

9. Think, good Jesus, my salvation 
Caused Thy wondrous incarnation; 
Leave me not to reprobation! 

10. Faint and weary Thou hast sought me, 
On the cross of suffering bought me; 
Shall such grace be vainly brought me? 

11. Righteous Judge, for sin’s pollution 
Grant Thy gift of absolution 
Ere that day of retribution! 

12. Guilty, now I pour my moaning, 
All my shame with anguish owning: 
Spare, O God, Thy suppliant groaning! 

13. From that sinful woman shriven, 
From the dying thief forgiven, 
Thou to me a hope hast given. 

14. Worthless are my prayers and sighing; 
Yet, good Lord, in grace complying, 
Rescue me from fires undying. 

15. With Thy favored sheep, oh, place me! 
Nor among the goats abase me, 
But to Thy right hand upraise me. 

16. While the wicked are confounded, 
Doomed to flames of woe unbounded, 
Call me, with Thy saints surrounded. 

17. Low I kneel with heart-submission, 
See, like ashes, my contrition; 
Help me in my last condition! 

18. Day of sorrow, day of weeping, 
When, in dust no longer sleeping, 
Man awakes in Thy dread keeping! 

19. To the rest Thou didst prepare me 
On Thy cross; O Christ, upbear me! 
Spare, O God, in mercy spare me!