May 16, Morning

C. H. Spurgeon · Modern retelling

"Who giveth us richly all things to enjoy." — 1 Timothy 6:17 · KJV

Our Lord Jesus is always giving, and He does not withdraw His hand for a single instant. As long as there is one vessel of grace not yet full to the brim, the oil will not stop flowing. He is a sun that never stops shining; He is manna always falling around the camp; He is a rock in the desert, forever sending streams of life from His wounded side; the rain of His grace is always falling, the river of His generosity is always flowing, and the wellspring of His love is constantly overflowing. As the King can never die, so His grace can never fail. Daily we pick 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 banquets in His years as there are days. Who has ever gone away from His door unblessed? Who has ever risen from His table unsatisfied, or left His embrace without a taste of paradise? His mercies are new every morning and fresh every evening. Who can know the number of His benefits or list all His bounties? Every grain that drops through the hourglass of time is only the late-arriving follower of a thousand mercies. The wings of our hours are plated with the silver of His kindness and the gold of His affection. The river of time carries down from the mountains of eternity the golden sands of His favor. The countless stars are only the standard-bearers of a still more countless host of blessings. Who can count the dust of the benefits He bestows on Jacob, or number even a fourth part of His mercies toward Israel? How shall my soul praise Him who daily loads us with benefits and crowns us with lovingkindness? If only my praise could be as ceaseless as His generosity! O sluggish tongue, how can you stay silent? Wake up, I beg you, or I will no longer call you my glory but my shame. "Awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake right early."