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How slow we are to understand our Savior!

BibleGateway: Mark 8:11-21

ESV Text: Mark 8:11-21


KJV Text:

The section starts at about 1:10 and ends at about 2:29

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11 And the Pharisees came forth, and began to question with him, seeking of him a sign from heaven, tempting him. 12 And he sighed deeply in his spirit, and saith, Why doth this generation seek after a sign? verily I say unto you, There shall no sign be given unto this generation. 13 And he left them, and entering into the ship again departed to the other side. 14 Now the disciples had forgotten to take bread, neither had they in the ship with them more than one loaf. 15 And he charged them, saying, Take heed, beware of the leaven of the Pharisees, and of the leaven of Herod. 16 And they reasoned among themselves, saying, It is because we have no bread. 17 And when Jesus knew it, he saith unto them, Why reason ye, because ye have no bread? perceive ye not yet, neither understand? have ye your heart yet hardened? 18 Having eyes, see ye not? and having ears, hear ye not? and do ye not remember? 19 When I brake the five loaves among five thousand, how many baskets full of fragments took ye up? They say unto him, Twelve. 20 And when the seven among four thousand, how many baskets full of fragments took ye up? And they said, Seven. 21 And he said unto them, How is it that ye do not understand?(KJV)


Hymn: TLH 349, st. 1-3:
Jesus, Thy Boundless Love to Me

— Organ Audio

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1. Jesus, Thy boundless love to me 
No thought can reach, no tongue declare; 
Unite my thankful heart to Thee 
And reign without a rival there. 
To Thee alone, dear Lord, I live; 
Myself to Thee, dear Lord, I give. 

2. Oh, grant that nothing in my soul 
May dwell but Thy pure love alone! 
Oh, may Thy love possess me whole, 
My Joy, my Treasure, and my Crown! 
All coldness from my heart remove; 
My every act, word, thought, be love. 

3. O Love, how cheering is Thy ray! 
All pain before Thy presence flies; 
Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away 
Where’er Thy healing beams arise. 
O Jesus, nothing may I see, 
Nothing desire or seek, but Thee!