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May 16
"Who giveth us richly
all things to enjoy." -- 1 Timothy 6:17
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
stayed. 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. 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 bosom un-emparadised? 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 favour. 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 the number of the
fourth part of His mercies towards Israel? How shall my soul extol Him who
daily loadeth us with benefits, and who crowneth us with loving-kindness? O
that my praise could be as ceaseless as His bounty! O miserable tongue, how
canst thou be silent? Wake up, I pray thee, lest I call thee no more my glory,
but my shame. "Awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake right
early."