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Is blushing over sin just too quaint?

BibleGateway: Jeremiah 8:4-12

ESV Text: Jeremiah 8:4-12


KJV Text:

The section starts at about 0:48 and ends at about 2:28

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     4 Moreover thou shalt say unto them, Thus saith the LORD; Shall they fall, and not arise? shall he turn away, and not return? 5 Why then is this people of Jerusalem slidden back by a perpetual backsliding? they hold fast deceit, they refuse to return. 6 I hearkened and heard, but they spake not aright: no man repented him of his wickedness, saying, What have I done? every one turned to his course, as the horse rusheth into the battle. 7 Yea, the stork in the heaven knoweth her appointed times; and the turtle and the crane and the swallow observe the time of their coming; but my people know not the judgment of the LORD. 8 How do ye say, We are wise, and the law of the LORD is with us? Lo, certainly in vain made he it; the pen of the scribes is in vain. 9 The wise men are ashamed, they are dismayed and taken: lo, they have rejected the word of the LORD; and what wisdom is in them? 10 Therefore will I give their wives unto others, and their fields to them that shall inherit them: for every one from the least even unto the greatest is given to covetousness, from the prophet even unto the priest every one dealeth falsely. 11 For they have healed the hurt of the daughter of my people slightly, saying, Peace, peace; when there is no peace. 12 Were they ashamed when they had committed abomination? nay, they were not at all ashamed, neither could they blush: therefore shall they fall among them that fall: in the time of their visitation they shall be cast down, saith the LORD.(KJV)


Hymn: TLH 152:
When O’er my Sins I Sorrow

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1. When o’er my sins I sorrow, 
Lord, I will look to Thee 
And hence my comfort borrow 
That Thou wast slain for me; 
Yea, Lord, Thy precious blood was spilt 
For me, 0 most unworthy, 
To take away my guilt. 

2. Oh, what a marvelous offering! 
Behold, the Master spares 
His servants, and their suffering 
And grief for them He bears. 
God stoopeth from His throne on high; 
For me, His guilty creature, 
He deigns as man to die. 

3. My manifold transgression 
Henceforth can harm me none 
Since Jesus’ bloody Passion 
For me God’s grace hath won. 
His precious blood my debts hath paid; 
Of hell and all its torments 
I am no more afraid. 

4. Therefore I will forever 
Give glory unto Thee, 
Jesus, loving Savior, 
For what Thou didst for me. 
I’ll spend my breath in songs of thanks 
For Thy sad cry, Thy sufferings, 
Thy wrongs, Thy guiltless death.