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Prophets may not be believed. But let them track the nature of the Prophecies, and they will find that the Prophecies of the Lord, like Moses’s Rod, will swallow up the rest. For no Prophecies Satan can invent, nor all the arts of earth and hell, can bring their Prophecies to the Bible as this one does. Men who have a right and true faith in God, and who weigh the whole matter together, will see it is like Moses’s Rod that swallowed up all the others; and they will confess that none but a God could prophesy in such a manner. They will be like the children of Israel, who dipped the hyssop in the Blood of the Lamb and struck the lintels of their door-posts when the destroying Angel went through their land: that means they will be led by faith to believe that their being sealed will be as great a protection to them as striking the door-posts was to the children of Israel. But now I shall come to the point. When Moses disputed with Pharaoh, it was man disputing with man, visible to each other; and now the shadow is brought to the substance: it is Satan, instead of Pharaoh, who is now to be defeated; therefore it must be a SPIRITUAL MOSES, and not a temporal one, to defeat him. But as Satan’s words are on record, so shall my answer be, which is the answer of the Lord. It begins at the twenty-first page, answered backward.* * See page 21 of the book titled "Dispute between the Woman and the Powers of Darkness"; the Reader is requested to refer to that book whenever a page is quoted.
Now, Satan, your God breaks his silence here;
I speak to you now from the high courts of heaven,
As all your words are laid before my view,
And in this page you say it is God you know, † This refers to the time from the Fall of Man.
Who guides my servant and directs her hand;
Then I bid you to stand trembling now.
If you answer ME again in even one word,
You will see my power increase your pain:
And I will now go backward through all your arts.†
Did you not tell her that hell was surely her doom,