Evening, September 12, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening

“I will sing of mercy and judgment.” — Psalm 101:1

Faith triumphs in trial. When reason is thrust into the deepest prison, with her feet made fast in the stocks, faith makes the dungeon walls ring with her joyful notes as she cries, “I will sing of mercy and judgment. To you, Oh Lord, will I sing.” Faith pulls the black mask from the face of trouble, and discovers the angel beneath. Faith looks up at the cloud, and sees that

“The clouds ye so much dread

Are big with mercy and shall break

In blessings on your head.”

There is a reason for song even in the judgments of God towards us. For, first, the trial is not so heavy as it might have been; next, the trouble is not so severe as we deserved to have borne; and our affliction is not so crushing as the burden which others must carry. Faith sees that in her worst sorrow there is nothing punitive; there is not a drop of God’s wrath in it; it is all sent in love. Faith discerns love gleaming like a jewel on the breast of an angry God. Faith says of her grief, “This is a badge of honor, for the child must feel the rod;” and then she sings of the sweet result of her sorrows, because they work her spiritual good. No, even more, says Faith, “momentary, light affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of glory far beyond all comparison.” So Faith rides forth on the black horse, conquering and to conquer, trampling down worldly reason and human judgment, and chanting notes of victory amid the thickest of the fight.

“All I meet I find assists me

In my path to heavenly joy:

Where, though trials now attend me,

Trials never more annoy.

“Blest there with a weight of glory,

Still the path I’ll ne’er forget,

But, exulting, cry, it led me

To my blessed Saviour’s seat.”