Morning, August 17, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening
“The mercy of God.” — Psalm 52:8
Meditate a little on this mercy of the Lord. It is tender mercy. With a gentle, loving touch, he heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds. He is as gracious in the manner of his mercy as in the matter of it.
It is great mercy. There is nothing little in God; his mercy is like himself–it is infinite. You cannot measure it. His mercy is so great that it forgives great sins by great sinners, after great lengths of time, and then gives great favors and great privileges, and raises us up to great enjoyments in the great heaven of the great God.
It is undeserved mercy, as indeed all true mercy must be, for deserved mercy is only justice misnamed. There was no right on the sinner’s part to the kind consideration of the Most High; had the rebel been doomed at once to eternal fire he would have richly merited the doom, and if delivered from wrath, sovereign love alone has found a cause, for there was none in the sinner himself.
It is luxuriant mercy. Some things are great, but have little efficacy in them, but this mercy is comforting medicine to your drooping spirits; a golden ointment to your bleeding wounds; a heavenly bandage to your broken bones; a royal chariot for your weary feet; an embrace of love for your trembling heart.
It is multiplied mercy. As Bunyan says, “All the flowers in God’s garden are double.” There is no single mercy. You may think you have but one mercy, but you shall find it to be a whole collection of mercies. It is limitless mercy. Millions have received it, yet far from its being exhausted, it is as fresh, as full, and as free as ever.
It is unfailing mercy. It will never leave you. If mercy is your friend, mercy will be with you in temptation to keep you from yielding; with you in trouble to prevent you from sinking; with you in life to be the light and energy of your countenance; and with you when dying to be the joy of your soul when earthly comfort is ebbing fast.