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Morning and Evening

August 17, Morning

C. H. Spurgeon · Modern retelling

"The mercy of God." — Psalm 52:8 · KJV

Meditate a little on this mercy of the Lord. It is tender mercy: with a gentle, loving touch He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds; He is as gracious in the manner of His mercy as in the matter of it. It is great mercy. There is nothing little in God; His mercy is like Himself — infinite, and past all measuring. It is so great that it forgives great sins to great sinners, after great lengths of time, then gives great favors and great privileges, and raises us to great enjoyments in the great heaven of the great God. It is undeserved mercy — as all true mercy must be, for "deserved mercy" is only another name for justice. The sinner had no claim on the kind regard of the Most High; had the rebel been doomed at once to eternal fire, he would have richly earned it, and if delivered from wrath, sovereign love alone found the cause, for there was none in the sinner himself. It is rich mercy. Some things are great but have little power in them; this mercy is a cordial to your drooping spirits, a golden ointment for your bleeding wounds, a heavenly bandage for your broken bones, a royal chariot for your weary feet, a bosom of love for your trembling heart. It is manifold mercy. As Bunyan says, "All the flowers in God's garden are double." There is no single mercy; you may think you have but one, and find it a whole cluster. It is abounding mercy. Millions have received it, yet it is far from spent; it is as fresh, as full, and as free as ever. And it is unfailing mercy; it will never leave you. If mercy is your friend, it will be with you in temptation to keep you from yielding, with you in trouble to keep you from sinking, with you in life to be the light of your face, and with you in death to be the joy of your soul when earthly comfort is ebbing fast.