1 Timothy 6:17
“Charge them that are rich in this world, that they be not highminded, nor trust in uncertain riches, but in the living God, who giveth us richly all things to enjoy;”
Our Lord Jesus is ever 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 stopped.
He is a sun ever shining;
He is manna always falling round the camp;
He is a rock in the desert, ever sending out
streams of life from His smitten side;
the rain of His grace is always dropping;
the river of His bounty is ever flowing,
and the well spring of His love is constantly overflowing.
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 stopped.
He is a sun ever shining;
He is manna always falling round the camp;
He is a rock in the desert, ever sending out
streams of life from His smitten side;
the rain of His grace is always dropping;
the river of His bounty is ever flowing,
and the well spring 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.
Who has ever returned from His door unblessed?
Who has ever risen from His table unsatisfied,
or from His bosom unemparadised?
His mercies are new every morning and fresh every
evening. Who can know the number of His benefits,
or recount the list of His bounties?
bend down to our hand with a fresh store of mercy.
Who has ever returned from His door unblessed?
Who has ever risen from His table unsatisfied,
or from His bosom unemparadised?
His mercies are new every morning and fresh every
evening. Who can know the number of His benefits,
or recount the list of His bounties?
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 His people, or tell the number of the fourth part of His
mercies towards us?
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 His people, or tell the number of the fourth part of His
mercies towards us?
How shall my soul extol Him who daily loads us with
benefits, and who crowns us with lovingkindness?
O that my praise could be as ceaseless as His bounty!
O miserable tongue, how can you be silent?
Wake up, I pray, lest I call you no more my glory, but my
shame.
benefits, and who crowns us with lovingkindness?
O that my praise could be as ceaseless as His bounty!
O miserable tongue, how can you be silent?
Wake up, I pray, lest I call you no more my glory, but my
shame.
"Awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake right
early."
early."
Lamentations 3:22-25
“It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him.The LORD is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him.
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