Ephesians 1:7

“The forgiveness of sins, according to the riches of his
       grace.” 
              — Ephesians 1:7

Could there be a sweeter word in any language than that word
“forgiveness,” when it sounds in a guilty sinner’s ear, like the silver
notes of jubilee to the captive Israelite? Blessed, for ever blessed be
that dear star of pardon which shines into the condemned cell, and
gives the perishing a gleam of hope amid the midnight of despair! Can
it be possible that sin, such sin as mine, can be forgiven, forgiven
altogether, and for ever? Hell is my portion as a sinner-there is no
possibility of my escaping from it while sin remains upon me-can the
load of guilt be uplifted, the crimson stain removed? Can the
adamantine stones of my prison-house ever be loosed from their
mortices, or the doors be lifted from their hinges? Jesus tells me that
I may yet be clear. For ever blessed be the revelation of atoning love
which not only tells me that pardon is possible, but that it is secured
to all who rest in Jesus. I have believed in the appointed
propitiation, even Jesus crucified, and therefore my sins are at this
moment, and for ever, forgiven by virtue of his substitutionary pains
and death. What joy is this! What bliss to be a perfectly pardoned
soul! My soul dedicates all her powers to him who of his own
unpurchased love became my surety, and wrought out for me redemption
through his blood. What riches of grace does free forgiveness exhibit!
To forgive at all, to forgive fully, to forgive freely, to forgive for
ever! Here is a constellation of wonders; and when I think of how great
my sins were, how dear were the precious drops which cleansed me from
them, and how gracious was the method by which pardon was sealed home
to me, I am in a maze of wondering worshipping affection. I bow before
the throne which absolves me, I clasp the cross which delivers me, I
serve henceforth all my days the Incarnate God, through whom I am this
night a pardoned soul.

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