Psychological sanctification has become a substitute for the Spirit-filled life. What point is there in seeking the Holy Spirit’s comfort if, after all, deep-seated emotional problems can be addressed only by a trained psychologist, or if people can come to grips with their lives only by getting in touch with their childhood, or if the answers to our deepest hurts are buried deep within us? If those things are true, we don’t need an Advocate; we need a therapist. And that is precisely the route many in the church have chosen.
John MacArthur

GETHSEMENE

Then cometh Jesus with them unto a place called Gethsemene, and saith unto the disciples, Sit ye here, while I go and pray yonder. — St. Matt. xxvi. 36.

I.

When heart is weary,
When eyes are teary,
Or life’s way dreary,
I seek the shades of
Gethsemene.
And thither straying,
Believing, praying,
I hear Christ saying,
“Oh! trust in me.”
Then with confession,
And intercession.
And new profession,
Hopeful I press on,
O Christ, to Thee!
And feel Thy love more
Sweetly than e’er before
Stealing my heart o’er,
In the lone shades of
Gethsemene.

II.

Charmed, on this sacred ground,
As dies each worldly sound
In the deep peace around,
Sweeter than rest is
This spot to me.
At thy foot, Olivet,
Fondly I linger yet:
Think of His bloody sweat
And agony!
Whilst with confession,
And intercession,
And new profession.
Hopeful I press on,
Christ, to Thee!
Jesus! Thy love more
Sweetly than e’er before,
Steals all my heart o’er
In the sweet shades of
Gethsemene.

THE GOLDEN CENSER.