Morning, May 16, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening

“Who richly supplies us with all things to enjoy.” — 1 Timothy 6:17

Our Lord Jesus is always 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 held back. He is a sun ever shining; he is manna always falling round the camp; he is a rock in the desert, forever sending out streams of life from his slashed side; the rain of his grace is always dropping; the river of his benefits is ever-flowing, and the wellspring 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 embrace untouched by paradise? His mercies are new every morning and fresh every evening. Who can know the number of his benefits, or recount the list of all he supplies? 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 favor. 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 of but a fraction of his mercies towards Israel? How shall my soul praise him who daily heaps upon us benefits, and who crowns us with loving kindness? O that my praise could be as ceaseless as his supply of all I need! O miserable tongue, how can you be silent? Wake up, I pray you, unless I call you my shame, and not my glory. “Awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awaken the dawn early.”