Morning, May 16
Go To Evening Reading
“Who giveth us richly all things to enjoy.”
1 Timothy 6:17
Our Lord Jesus is ever giving, and does not for a solitary instant
withdraw his hand. As long as there is a vessel of grace not yet full
to the brim, the oil shall not be stayed. He is a sun ever-shining;
he is manna always falling round the camp; he is a rock in the desert,
ever sending out streams of life from his smitten side; the rain of
his grace is always dropping; the river of his bounty is ever-flowing,
and the well-spring of his love is constantly overflowing. As the
King can never die, so his grace can never fail. Daily we pluck his
fruit, and daily his branches bend down to our hand with a fresh store
of mercy. There are seven feast-days in his weeks, and as many as
are the days, so many are the banquets in his years. Who has ever
returned from his door unblessed? Who has ever risen from his table
unsatisfied, or from his bosom un-emparadised? His mercies are new
every morning and fresh every evening. Who can know the number of
his benefits, or recount the list of his bounties? Every sand which
drops from the glass of time is but the tardy follower of a myriad
of mercies. The wings of our hours are covered with the silver of
his kindness, and with the yellow gold of his affection. The river
of time bears from the mountains of eternity the golden sands of his
favour. The countless stars are but as the standard bearers of a more
innumerable host of blessings. Who can count the dust of the benefits
which he bestows on Jacob, or tell the number of the fourth part of
his mercies towards Israel? How shall my soul extol him who daily
loadeth us with benefits, and who crowneth us with loving-kindness?
O that my praise could be as ceaseless as his bounty! O miserable
tongue, how canst thou be silent? Wake up, I pray thee, lest I call
thee no more my glory, but my shame. “Awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake right early.”