GOD'S DEALINGS WITH HIS PEOPLE
-Spurgeon, from his sermon- The God of the Aged
I can suppose that the everlasting hills shall melt;
I can dream that the eternal mountains shall be dissolved,
like the snow upon their peaks;
I can conceive that the ocean may be licked up with
tongues of forked flame;
I can suppose the sun stopped in his career;
I can imagine the moon turned into blood;
I can conceive the stars falling from the vault of night;
I can imagine "the wreck of nature and the crash of worlds".
But I cannot conceive the change of a single mercy,
a single covenant blessing, a single promise, or a single
grace which God bestows upon his people, for I find
every one of them in itself stamped with immutability.