"O Lord, in the morning I will direct my prayer to You."
"Though I walk in the midst of trouble, You will revive
me."—Psalm 138:7
Most blessed Lord, who have again permitted me to approach
a throne of grace, shine this day into my heart. Anew may I enter on another
day's duties and trials, with a soul calm and peaceful amid all other
disquietudes, by being at peace with You.
I bless You that I can ever "sing of mercy" as well as of
"judgment." Your dealings might have been all in unmixed wrath, but the
severest of them are tempered with gracious love. Oh that they may have their
designed effect of driving me to the only true rest for the soul, in the bosom
of its God! May the breaking of cistern by cistern only endear to me the more
the great Fountain-head.
How often do You send tribulations, that Your people may
see more of Your gracious hand! How often, when the waters are troubled, do we
recognize the presence of the great Covenant-angel himself, and experience the
plenitude of His upholding grace and mercy! Lord, my earnest prayer is, that
every trial may serve to unfold to me more of the preciousness of Jesus. As
prop by prop, which used to support me on earth, may be giving way, may I know
what it is to lean my whole weight upon Him, and leave my whole case
with Him, repairing to Him as the friend that "sticks closer than any
brother"—into His sympathizing bosom to confide my every need—from His
inexhaustible treasury to draw every consolation—and on His upholding arm
confidingly and habitually to rest.
What, O blessed Savior, are my troubles to Yours! What are
my bitterest tears and most aching heart in comparison with what You so freely
endured for me! May the remembrance of this Your fellowship in my
suffering, and my fellowship in Yours, reconcile me patiently to
endure whatever You see fit to lay upon me. Give me grace ever to see that my
bitterest trial is my sin, that my heaviest cross is the cross of my wandering
treacherous heart. When I think of that blessed time when God shall terminate
the tears of a weeping world, may this be my loftiest ground of rejoicing—that
there will be then no more sin to cause them.
Humbly I would lie at my Savior's feet, disowning all trust
except in Him—exulting in His finished work, and meritorious righteousness,
and all-prevalent intercession. I rejoice to think of the redeemed multitude
before His throne, "whom no man can number," and to feel that His ability and
willingness "to save unto the uttermost" are still the same.
Command, O Lord, Your richest blessing this day on all whom
I love. May all my relatives be related to You in the common bonds of the
gospel. Though separated by distance from each other on life's highway, may we
enjoy the consolation that we are all treading the same invisible road
Zionward—that earth's dearest and tenderest ties will, at the end of the
checkered journey, be strengthened and perpetuated in the full vision and
fruition of You our God.
May the grace of the Lord Jesus, and the love of God, and
the fellowship and communion of the Holy Spirit, be with me this day and ever.
Amen.
"Cause me to hear Your loving-kindness in the morning, for
in You do I trust."