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Jesus, the Son of God, predicts His suffering at the hands of His enemies—suffering that He endured to save us from our sins.

BibleGateway: Matthew 17:1-13

ESV Text: Matthew 17:1-13


KJV Text:

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     1 And after six days Jesus taketh Peter, James, and John his brother, and bringeth them up into an high mountain apart, 2 And was transfigured before them: and his face did shine as the sun, and his raiment was white as the light. 3 And, behold, there appeared unto them Moses and Elias talking with him. 4 Then answered Peter, and said unto Jesus, Lord, it is good for us to be here: if thou wilt, let us make here three tabernacles; one for thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias. 5 While he yet spake, behold, a bright cloud overshadowed them: and behold a voice out of the cloud, which said, This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased; hear ye him. 6 And when the disciples heard it, they fell on their face, and were sore afraid. 7 And Jesus came and touched them, and said, Arise, and be not afraid. 8 And when they had lifted up their eyes, they saw no man, save Jesus only. 9 And as they came down from the mountain, Jesus charged them, saying, Tell the vision to no man, until the Son of man be risen again from the dead. 10 And his disciples asked him, saying, Why then say the scribes that Elias must first come? 11 And Jesus answered and said unto them, Elias truly shall first come, and restore all things. 12 But I say unto you, That Elias is come already, and they knew him not, but have done unto him whatsoever they listed. Likewise shall also the Son of man suffer of them. 13 Then the disciples understood that he spake unto them of John the Baptist.(KJV)


Hymn: TLH 329:
From Depths of Woe I Cry to Thee

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1. From depths of woe I cry to Thee, 
Lord, hear me, I implore Thee. 
Bend down Thy gracious ear to me, 
My prayer let come before Thee. 
If Thou rememberest each misdeed, 
If each should have its rightful meed, 
Who may abide Thy presence? 

2. Thy love and grace alone avail 
To blot out my transgression; 
The best and holiest deeds must fail 
To break sin’s dread oppression. 
Before Thee none can boasting stand, 
But all must fear Thy strict demand 
And live alone by mercy. 

3. Therefore my hope is in the Lord 
And not in mine own merit; 
It rests upon His faithful Word 
To them of contrite spirit 
That He is merciful and just; 
This is my comfort and my trust. 
His help I wait with patience. 

4. And though it tarry till the night 
And till the morning waken, 
My heart shall never doubt His might 
Nor count itself forsaken. 
Do thus, O ye of Israel’s seed, 
Ye of the Spirit born indeed; 
Wait for your God’s appearing. 

5. Though great our sins and sore our woes, 
His grace much more aboundeth; 
His helping love no limit knows, 
Our utmost need it soundeth. 
Our shepherd good and true is He, 
Who will at last His Israel free 
From all their sin and sorrow.