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What stunned Nathanael? He realized Jesus had heard His prayer from under the tree.

BibleGateway: John 1:43-51

ESV Text: John 1:43-51

KJV Text:

The section starts at about 4:47 and ends at about 6:6

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     43 The day following Jesus would go forth into Galilee, and findeth Philip, and saith unto him, Follow me. 44 Now Philip was of Bethsaida, the city of Andrew and Peter. 45 Philip findeth Nathanael, and saith unto him, We have found him, of whom Moses in the law, and the prophets, did write, Jesus of Nazareth, the son of Joseph. 46 And Nathanael said unto him, Can there any good thing come out of Nazareth? Philip saith unto him, Come and see. 47 Jesus saw Nathanael coming to him, and saith of him, Behold an Israelite indeed, in whom is no guile! 48 Nathanael saith unto him, Whence knowest thou me? Jesus answered and said unto him, Before that Philip called thee, when thou wast under the fig tree, I saw thee. 49 Nathanael answered and saith unto him, Rabbi, thou art the Son of God; thou art the King of Israel. 50 Jesus answered and said unto him, Because I said unto thee, I saw thee under the fig tree, believest thou? thou shalt see greater things than these. 51 And he saith unto him, Verily, verily, I say unto you, Hereafter ye shall see heaven open, and the angels of God ascending and descending upon the Son of man.(KJV)

Hymn: TLH 583:
Great King of Nations, Hear our Prayer

— Organ Audio

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1. Great King of nations, hear our prayer 
While at Thy feet we fall 
And humbly with united cry 
To Thee for mercy call. 
The guilt is ours, but grace is Thine; 
Oh, turn us not away, 
But hear us from Thy lofty throne 
And help us when we pray. 

2. Our fathers’ sins were manifold, 
And ours no less we own; 
Yet wondrously from age to age 
Thy goodness hath been shown. 
When dangers, like a stormy sea, 
Beset our country round, 
To Thee we looked, to Thee we cried, 
And help in Thee was found. 

3. With one consent we meekly bow 
Beneath Thy chast’ning hand 
And, pouring forth confession meet, 
Mourn with our mourning land. 
With pitying eye behold our need 
As thus we lift our prayer; 
Correct us with Thy judgments, Lord, 
Then let Thy mercy spare.