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The Pharisees did not understand that salvation was by faith and not by fasting. Jesus’ “new” gospel did not fit with their religion.

BibleGateway: Matthew 9:14-17

ESV Text: Matthew 9:14-17

KJV Text:

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     14 Then came to him the disciples of John, saying, Why do we and the Pharisees fast oft, but thy disciples fast not? 15 And Jesus said unto them, Can the children of the bridechamber mourn, as long as the bridegroom is with them? but the days will come, when the bridegroom shall be taken from them, and then shall they fast. 16 No man putteth a piece of new cloth unto an old garment, for that which is put in to fill it up taketh from the garment, and the rent is made worse. 17 Neither do men put new wine into old bottles: else the bottles break, and the wine runneth out, and the bottles perish: but they put new wine into new bottles, and both are preserved.(KJV)

Hymn: TLH 383 (LSB 557):
Seek Where Ye may to Find a Way — Organ Audio

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1. Seek where ye may To find a way 
That leads to your salvation; 
My heart is stilled, On Christ I build, 
He is the one Foundation. 
His Word is sure, His works endure; 
He doth o’erthrow My every foe; 
Through Him I more than conquer. 

2. Seek whom ye may To be your stay; 
None can redeem his brother. 
All helpers failed, This Man prevailed, 
The God-man, and none other. 
Our Servant-Lord Did help afford; 
We’re justified, For He hath died, 
The Guiltless for the guilty. 

3. Seek Him alone, Who did atone, 
Who did your souls deliver; 
Yea, seek Him first, All ye who thirst 
For grace that faileth never. 
In every need Seek Him indeed; 
To every heart He will impart 
His blessings without measure. 

4. My heart’s Delight, My Crown most bright, 
Thou, Jesus, art forever. 
Nor wealth nor pride Nor aught beside 
Our bond of love shall sever. 
Thou art my Lord; Thy precious Word 
Shall be my guide, Whate’er betide. 
Oh, teach me, Lord, to trust Thee! 

5. Hide not from me, I ask of Thee, 
Thy gracious face and favor. 
Though floods of woe Should o’er me flow, 
My faith shall never waver. 
From pain and grief Grant sweet relief; 
For tears I weep, Lord, let me reap 
Thy heavenly joy and glory.