Lord's Day, March 30 This morning I did not rise till nearly seven. I was criminal in neglecting to fix my thoughts upon Divine subjects: I also indulged in a light and trifling frame of mind, which I have always found to be prejudicial. About noon I retired, and endeavoured to pour out my supplications before the Lord. In this work I was not altogether unaffected. I had some earnest breathings and warm desires for the pardon of all my offences, for a sanctified heart, for strength against sin, for a Divine blessing upon me this day, for the presence of God in his ordinances, and that this day may be a preparation for the duties of following days.
In family worship I found some satisfaction, especially in singing Psalm v.
Long as I live I'll bless thy name,
My King, my God of love,
My work and joy shall be the same
In the bright world above.
Let me this day, O my God 'sit under thy shadow with great delight, and let thy fruit be sweet to my taste!' Make me this day 'to drink of the rivers of thy pleasure.' Thou art the centre of all my happiness. Whom have I in heaven but thee? Whom have I in the earth that I desire in comparison of thee?' I'll bid adieu to all other refuges, and take shelter in thee, 'my shield, and my exceeding great reward.
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