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Phineas F. Bresee - A Prince In Israel - Media Sabda Org

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covenant, and to the blood of sprinkling, that speaketh better things than that of Abel"--was in the<br />

present tense, viz., "we are come." I next learned that Paul, speaking by inspiration in the first<br />

chapter of Ephesians, locates the saints of God in the heavenlies in Christ, in these sublime words:<br />

"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ who hath blessed us with all spiritual<br />

blessings in heavenly places, in Christ." I found many other Scriptures along the same line, and the<br />

uplift of that glorious experience has been permanent in my spiritual life.<br />

He prayed much, and was nearly always in the attitude of prayer. He lived habitually in<br />

communion with God. Of his private devotions he spoke little, for he was singularly reticent in<br />

regard to the things that were most sacred to him as an individual. Not long since, a stranger gave<br />

his testimony in one of the Sunday afternoon meetings at the First Church in Los Angeles, and told<br />

an incident of Dr. <strong>Bresee</strong>'s life. He said: "I met him long before this work was started. Our first<br />

acquaintance was at a campmeeting at Bennett, Nebraska. When he came on the grounds, the first<br />

thing that he said, after greeting the brethren, was: 'Where can I get alone before the meeting" They<br />

showed him the nicely furnished tent that they had prepared for him; but he said that he wanted to<br />

be alone. They then referred him to the large tent where the men were to sleep, with nothing but<br />

straw in it. He replied, 'That is all I want.' I had heard so much of Dr. <strong>Bresee</strong> that perhaps I should<br />

not have followed him as I did, but I was s o anxious to know what he would say and do, that I was<br />

guilty of eavesdropping. He went to the tent, parted the flaps, and fairly dove into the straw. For half<br />

an hour he prayed as I had never heard any one pray before. The first thing that he said was: 'Lord,<br />

keep <strong>Bresee</strong> out of sight.' He pleaded with God to pour out His Spirit upon us, and Oh, how the fire<br />

did fall on that meeting!"<br />

His Public Prayers<br />

The following prayer was offered by Dr. <strong>Bresee</strong> at the First Church, in Los Angeles, on Sunday<br />

morning, July 9, 1911, the writer taking it down in shorthand:<br />

"Oh, God, our Heavenly Father, we worship and adore. Glory be to the Father; glory be to the<br />

Son; glory be to the Holy Ghost. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, glory be to<br />

God.<br />

"Oh, how we thank Thee, our Heavenly Father, that we are permitted to be in Thy house once<br />

again. For many years some of us have been privileged to tread Thine earthly courts. We have<br />

walked with the saints of God, who have slipped away from us, and gone sweeping through the gates<br />

into the unseen holy; but, Lord, thou hast permitted us to tarry and press our way on and up for a<br />

little longer, until our time shall come to ascend and be forever with the Lord. Thou hast been calling<br />

other men and other women to join our ranks, and they have held up our hands; they have put their<br />

arms of faith about us, and we have been brought along the way until this Sabbath morning, in this<br />

month of July, 1911.<br />

"Glory be to Thy Name! Thank God that we ever obeyed Thy call. Thank God that this gospel,<br />

sent of God, ever became a living reality to us; that Jesus Christ came by where we were, spoke to<br />

our hearts, called us to his bosom, took us in his arms, and said, 'Peace, be still.' Thank God that,<br />

though our sins were like mountains, Jesus took them all away. Thank God that, though the billows

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