FOR FILIAL
NEARNESS
"O Lord, in the morning I will direct my prayer to You."
"Abba, Father."—Rom. 8:15
Most blessed God, I rejoice that I can look up to You, the
mightiest of all beings, and call You by that name, which may well dispel all
misgivings, and hush all disquietudes—"My Father who is in heaven."
Father, I have sinned against heaven and in Your sight. The
kindest of earthly parents could not so long have borne with ingratitude and
waywardness like mine. Long before now You might righteously have driven me an
exile and a castaway from Your presence. But the voice of parental mercy is
not silenced. The hand of parental patience and love is "stretched out still."
In the midst of deserved wrath, this is Your own gracious declaration, "I will
be a Father to you!"
I mourn my grievous departures—my repeated declensions—my
heinous ingratitude. Oh, let me no longer live in this state of guilty
estrangement—forfeiting all the joys of a Father's tenderness, the sunshine of
a Father's smile. May I know what it is for the soul, orphaned, and
portionless, and friendless by nature, to repose in the security of Your
covenant-love. May I be enabled to enjoy more and more, every day, holy filial
nearness to the mercy-seat—there unburdening into Your ear all my needs and
trials—my sorrows and perplexities—my backslidings and sins. Give me grace to
bow with childlike submission to a Father's will—to bear without a murmur a
Father's rod—to hear in every dealing, joyous or sorrowful, a Father's
voice—and when death comes, to have every fear dispelled by listening to a
Father's summons—"Today you shall be with me in paradise."
Jesus, blessed Elder Brother! "in whom the whole family in
heaven and earth is named," may I be enabled to imitate Your example of holy
resignation to Your Father's will. May the cup of bitterest earthly sorrow be
taken into my hands with Your own breathing of devout submission—"This cup
which You give me to drink, shall I not drink it? Even so, Father, for so it
seems good in Your sight." It is my comfort, blessed Lord, to know, that while
the best of earthly parents may err, You, the unerring God, never can. In Your
most mysterious dealings there is wisdom. In Your roughest voice there is
mercy.
Adorable Redeemer, all these filial blessings and
adoption-privileges I owe to You. It is Your precious blood-shedding which has
"set me among the children"—it is that which still keeps me there. Anew this
day would I repair to Your cross—anew would I supplicate that the Holy Spirit,
the Divine Comforter, would be sent forth into my heart, enabling me to cry,
"Abba, Father." May the thought of this blessed trust in You, support me amid
life's fitful changes and transient friendships, and may I be enabled to dwell
with holy delight on that glorious time, when, no longer an exiled pilgrim in
a strange land, I shall be received at the gates of glory with a Father's
welcome—"Son, you are ever with me, and all that I have is yours."
I commend myself and all near and dear to me, this day, to
Your fatherly care and keeping. And all I ask is for Jesus' sake. Amen.
"Cause me to hear Your loving-kindness in the morning, for
in You do I trust."
24th Morning
FOR RESTORATION TO FAVOR
"O Lord, in the morning I will direct my prayer to You."
"Restore to me the joy of Your salvation."—Psalm 51:12
O God, another morning has dawned upon me. "Better Sun of
righteousness"—with the brightness of Your rising may all the shadows of guilt
and sin be dispersed. I come, weak and weary, guilty and heavy-laden, to You,
beseeching You to bend Your pitying eye upon me—to deal not with me as I have
deserved, nor reward me according to my iniquity. Blessed Jesus, look upon me.
In You may I be pitied, pardoned, and forgiven!
I have erred and strayed from Your way as a lost sheep. I
have wandered from the home of my God. I have been seeking my happiness in
what is shadowy and unreal. The world and its delusive hopes have been
preferred to You. My heart, which ought ever to be a little altar and
sanctuary of praise, has burned with false incense. Your love and glory have
not maintained their paramount place in my affections. I have righteously
forfeited "the joys of Your salvation." My only marvel is, that, as a
wandering star, You have not left me to drift onwards to the blackness of
darkness forever. O leave me not to perish! I mourn my wanderings. In leaving
You, I feel I have left my Best Friend. I have caused an aching void in this
heart, which the world, with all its joys and riches and pleasures, can never
fill. I cannot have one hour of happiness, if mingled with the thought that I
am estranged from You, my God. Blissful hours of Your favor I once enjoyed,
come sorrowfully to my remembrance; and, though the cup of earthly happiness
be full to the brim, I have still to breathe the prayer—"Oh that it were with
me as in months past, when the candle of the Lord did shine!"
"Restore to me the joy of Your salvation." Leave me not in
this state of distance and alienation. "O Lord, I beseech You, deliver my
soul." Snap these chains of earthliness that are still binding me to the dust,
that, on the wings of faith, I may soar upwards, and find rest and quietude
where alone it can be found—in Your renewed love and favor. May past
backslidings drive me more to Your grace. Nothing in myself, may I find and
feel that my all in all is in You. Reveal to me my own emptiness, and the
overflowing fullness of Jesus. May I every day see more of His matchless
excellencies—His incomparable loveliness—the sweets of His service—that I may
never feel tempted to wander from His fold, and carefully avoid all that would
risk the forfeiture of that favor in which indeed is "life."
Lord, let me know this day something of this
happiness. Let me not be content with the name to live. Let religion be
with me a real thing—let it be everything—life-influencing, sin-subduing,
self-renouncing. Let me diffuse all around me the happy glow of a spirit that
feels at peace with God.
And now, Lord, what do I wait for? "My hope" for myself, my
friends, and all for whom I ought to pray, "is in You." Listen to these my
supplications; and all I ask is for Jesus' sake. Amen.
"Cause me to hear Your loving-kindness in the morning, for
in You do I trust."
25th Morning
FOR A PILGRIM SPIRIT
"O Lord, in the morning I will direct my prayer to You."
"And confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the
earth."—Heb. 11:13
O God, again, in the multitude of Your mercies, You are
permitting me to approach the footstool of Your throne. I am another day
nearer death—oh, may I be a day nearer You! With a new morning's dawn may I
hear the pilgrim summons—"Arise, for this is not your rest." Before I mingle
with the world, give me to feel I am not of it, but born from
above, and for above; and cherishing more of a pilgrim spirit, may my
prayer and watchword be—"I desire a better country."
Lord, I bless You for the rich provision You have made for
the wilderness journey—for all Your mercies, temporal, providential, and
spiritual. Forbid that the many gifts of Your love should draw me away from
Yourself, the bountiful Giver, or obliterate the solemn impression—"I am a
stranger with You and a sojourner, as all my fathers were." May I "use the
world without abusing it." By the varied discipline of Your providence, may I
be led to feel that all my well-springs are in You. May the world's
fascinations be becoming more powerless—sin more hated—holiness more
loved—heaven more realized—God more "the exceeding joy" of my soul. Driven
from all creature supports and earthly refuges, may Jesus be the prop and
staff of my pilgrimage. When the world is bright, may I rest upon Him, and
seek that He sanctify my prosperity. When the wilderness is dreary, and the
way dark, may He hallow adversity. When friends are removed, may I feel that I
have One left more faithful than the best of all earthly friends; and when
death comes, and the pilgrim warfare ceases, leaning confidingly on that same
arm, may I enter the pilgrim's rest.
O adorable Savior!—You who were once Yourself a pilgrim—the
lonely, weary, homeless, afflicted One—who had often no arm to lean upon, and
no voice to cheer You—an outcast wanderer and sojourner in Your own creation—I
rejoice to think that You have trodden all this wilderness-world before
me—that You know its dreariest paths. I take comfort in the assurance that
there is at the right hand of the Majesty on high, a fellow-Sufferer, who has
drunk of every "brook in the way"—shed every tear of earthly sorrow—heaved
every sigh of earthly suffering—and who, being Himself the "tried and tempted
One," is able and willing to support every pilgrim who is tried and tempted
too.
I beseech You this day to look down in great kindness on
all my beloved friends. Seal to them a saving interest in Your great
salvation. Wash them all in Your blood—sanctify them all by Your Spirit. May
not one be missing on "the day when You make up Your jewels."
Pity a fallen world. Your Church is slumbering—the enemy is
all vigilant—souls are perishing. Arise, Lord, and plead Your own cause.
Promote greater unity and love and concord among Your own people. Let us be
nearer Jesus, and then we shall be nearer one another. Give us all more of the
single eye to Your glory. Make us more self-sacrificing—more
heavenly-minded—more Savior-like. And all I ask is for Jesus' sake. Amen.
"Cause me to hear Your loving-kindness in the morning, for
in You do I trust."
26th Morning
FOR PREPARATION FOR DEATH
"O Lord, in the morning I will direct my prayer to You."
"Prepare to meet your God."—Amos 4:12
O eternal, everlasting God—Author of my being—my continual,
unwearied Benefactor—I desire to come anew this morning into Your presence,
thanking You for Your sparing mercies. Instead of making my last night's
pillow a pillow of death, I am again among the living to praise You. Oh that I
were enabled to live every day, and to rise every morning, as if it were to be
my last, as if my next waking were to be in the morning of immortality!
Lord, how little am I influenced and impressed by the
solemn records of death all around me! Friend after friend is departing—the
circle of acquaintance is narrowed. The proclamation is ever sounding with
fresh emphasis in my ears, "You also be ready;" and yet how prone to disregard
the solemn admonitions! how apt to peril my preparation on the peradventures
of a dying hour! Blessed God, my prayer is, that I may have my loins girded
and my lamp burning. Let me not wait to have my vessel replenished until the
voice of the Bridegroom is heard and I am summoned to meet Him. May I now so
repose my every confidence in Jesus, that the hour which to the unwary and
unwatchful is one of darkness and terror, may be to me the eve of the blessed
Sabbath of eternity—the threshold and the portal of a world of endless joy.
Lord, let me feel that "the sting of death is sin"—that,
not until I get the blessed sense of all my sins cancelled and forgiven in the
blood of the Surety, can I be ready for my departure. "To me to live, may it
be Christ," that so "to die" may be great and eternal "gain." Let me be
enabled, by faith in death's great Conqueror, to cultivate that holy
familiarity with a dying hour, that I may be enabled, when it comes, to fall
sweetly "asleep in Jesus," and to hear His voice of love saying, "It is I,
don't be afraid."
Look in mercy on the multitudes who are content to live on,
unfit and unprepared for their great change. Awaken them to a sense of their
guilt and peril. Show them their affecting need of Jesus—that time is wasting
and eternity is hastening—that, "as the tree falls, so must it lie."
I pray for the heathen who are perishing for lack of
knowledge. Countenance and bless all the efforts of Your Church to disseminate
among them the gospel of the grace of God. May Your missionary servants, who
have gone with their lives in their hands to the dark places of the earth,
experience a peace which the world knows not of. May they have many souls as
their glory and joy and crown at the day of Christ's appearing.
Oh give us all grace, in our varied stations and relations
in life, to do something for You. Let us not bury or hide our talents; but as
members of a ransomed priesthood, may we lay our time, our opportunities, our
substance, on Your altar, and seek to "show forth the praises of Him who has
called us out of darkness into His marvelous light." And all I ask is for
Jesus' sake. Amen.
"Cause me to hear Your loving-kindness in the morning, for
in You do I trust."
27th Morning
FOR A JOYFUL RESURRECTION
"O Lord, in the morning I will direct my prayer to You."
"Awake and sing, you who dwell in dust."—Isa. 26:19
Gracious God, You have again dispersed the darkness of
another natural night. Every rising earthly sun is bringing me nearer the
gladdening day-break of immortality. O grant that, when the trumpet shall
sound and the dead shall be raised, I may be ready to listen undismayed to the
summons, "Behold, the Bridegroom comes, go out to meet Him."
My prayer is, that I may now be made partaker of the
blessedness of the first resurrection from a death of sin. As one "alive from
the dead," may I rise and walk with a living Savior in "newness of life," that
thus I may at last share also in the more glorious resurrection of His
ransomed saints, when His "dead men shall live," and together with His body
"they shall arise," obeying the joyous mandate of their risen Head, "Awake and
sing, you who dwell in the dust."
Blessed Jesus, I do rejoice to think of Your own triumphant
rising from the tomb. I rejoice to be able to visit in thought Your vacant
sepulcher, and to hear the glad tidings, "He is not here, He is risen!" "The
Lord is risen!"—it is the blessed pledge and earnest of my own redemption from
the power of the grave—that "because Christ lives, I shall live also." O may
"my life be now hidden with Christ in God, so that when Christ, who is my
life, shall appear, I may also appear with him in glory." Keep me ever in the
frame I should wish to be found in when my Lord comes. May the lamp of faith
and love be brightly burning. May it never be mine to be awakened, by the
midnight cry, to the dreadful consciousness, "My lamp has gone out." May I
rather be among the number of "waiting servants," who, when their Lord comes
and knocks," are ready to open to Him immediately."
Impart to all near and dear to me this day the same
spiritual and eternal blessings I ask for myself. May they, too, be united to
Jesus—"planted in the likeness of His death," that they may be found also "in
the likeness of His resurrection." May we all seek to bear an increasingly
holy resemblance in love one to another, and to our great living Head, in whom
the whole family in heaven and earth is named; and if for a little while
separated by death, may we, on the great day of His appearing, be reunited in
bonds that shall know no dissolution.
Hasten that blessed time when our world, so long groaning
and travailing in pain, shall put on her resurrection attire, and exult in the
glorious liberty of Your children. "Come, Lord Jesus; come quickly." "Why
delay the wheels of Your chariot?"
Lord, I commend myself to You. Prepare me for living,
prepare me for dying. Let me live near You in grace now, that I may
live with You in glory everlasting. Let me be reconciled submissively
to endure all that Your sovereign wisdom and love seem fit to appoint—looking
forward, through the tears and sorrows of a weeping world, to that better
day-spring, when "I shall behold Your face in righteousness," and be
"satisfied, when I awake in Your likeness." And all I ask is for the
Redeemer's sake. Amen.
"Cause me to hear Your loving-kindness in the morning, for
in You do I trust."
28th Morning
FOR THE CONQUEST OF SATAN
"O Lord, in the morning I will direct my prayer to You."
"The God of peace shall bruise Satan under your feet
shortly."—Rom. 16:20
O God, I bless You for the returning mercies of a new day.
"I laid down and slept; I awoke, for the Lord sustained me. I will not be
afraid of the ten thousands who have set themselves against me." Give me, I
beseech You, Your fatherly protection and blessing, that all my thoughts may
be ordered by You, and all my plans and purposes overruled by You, and all my
joys hallowed by You, and all my sorrows sanctified by You. Keep me near
Yourself. While I seek to realize, every hour of this day, the power and
subtlety of my spiritual adversaries, may I rejoice in the assurance that
greater is He who is with me than all those who can be against me—that,
"though a host should encamp against me," with God on my side, "I need fear no
evil."
I mourn the prevalence of sin, both in the world and in my
own heart. Your creation still groans and travails under its power. "The
Prince of the power of the air still works in the children of disobedience."
"The whole world lies in the Wicked One." Often is Satan still "desiring to
have me, that he might sift me as wheat"—"standing at my right hand to resist
me"—to oppose my plea and damage my cause—sending some "thorn in the flesh to
buffet me"—marring my peace, disturbing my joy, and hindering and impeding my
spiritual growth and advancement. But, Lord, it is my comfort to know that
there is in heaven a "stronger than the strong man"—that no time can impair or
diminish the comfort of the assurance, "I have prayed for you, that
your faith fail not." When Satan assaults, blessed Jesus, I will think of Your
continual intercession. "Your hand is never shortened, that it cannot save."
May I ever have grace given me to "resist the devil, that
he may flee from me"—to keep watchfully guarded every loophole of the heart.
May I abstain from all appearance of evil, avoiding every place and every
company where his unholy influences are likely to prevail. "Lead me not into
temptation," and, if tempted, Lord, make a way of escape, that I may be able
to bear it.
O adorable Intercessor within the veil, it is my comfort to
know that, in Your season of humiliation on earth, You were "not ignorant of
his devices." You also, of him, "suffered, being tempted," and You are
therefore the more able "to aid those who are tempted." I rejoice to think
that, exalted on Your mediatorial throne, You shall reign until Satan and
every other enemy be put under Your feet, and until the kingdoms of this world
(so long usurped by him) shall become the "one kingdom of our Lord and of His
Christ."
Heavenly Father, take this day all my beloved friends under
Your guardian care. May they dwell in the secret place of the Most High, and
abide under the shadow of the Almighty. May they, too, be able to take up the
triumphant challenge—"God is for us, who can be against us?" and when their
earthly work and warfare is accomplished, may we all meet in that sinless
world where Satan's seat no more can be found, and Satan's temptations shall
no longer be felt or feared. And all that I ask is for Jesus' sake. Amen.
"Cause me to hear Your loving-kindness in the morning, for
in You do I trust."
29th Morning
FOR THE OUTPOURING OF THE SPIRIT
"O Lord, in the morning I will direct my prayer to You."
"I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh."—Joel 2:28
O God, I desire this morning to approach with lowly
reverence the footstool of Your throne, adoring and praising You for the rest
of the past night, and the comforts and blessings of a new day. O holy,
blessed, eternal Trinity, three persons, one God, have mercy upon me, and
grant me Your benediction and love.
Most blessed Spirit of all grace, more especially would I
at this time invoke Your presence and nearness. I acknowledge, with shame and
confusion of face, how often I have grieved You by resisting Your gracious
influences. How often have You pleaded with me by the voice of Providence,
and yet I have turned a deaf ear to Your repeated warnings and remonstrances!
You have spoken to me in prosperity, when the full cup demanded in
return a heart full of gratitude. You have spoken to me in adversity,
when, by the emptied cup and the broken cistern, You would have driven me from
all earthly things, to the everlasting God Himself, as my only satisfying
Portion. You have spoken to me by the terrors of the law and by the
tender accents of gospel love, and yet I have continued to "spend my
money for that which is not bread, and my labor for that which satisfies not."
Long before now I might have exhausted Your patience. "It is of the Lord's
mercies I am not consumed."
But "take not, O gracious God, Your Holy Spirit from me."
Come, blessed Enlightener, Quickener, Sanctifier, and inspire this dull
cold heart. Touched as with a live coal, may the flame of a holy love to
You be rekindled on its altar. "Return, O Holy Dove, Messenger of rest," from
the true ark of God. Give me grace to hate the sins which drove You away from
this guilty breast. Breathe upon me and say, "Peace be to you; receive the
Holy Spirit." Invigorate my languishing affections. May I realize my
dependence on You for every pulsation of spiritual life. Without You I perish.
While I pray for this Blessed Agent in behalf of my own
soul, Lord, it is my earnest prayer that He may be poured out upon all
flesh—that that time may soon come, when the rain of His gracious influences
shall descend on a barren church and parched world. Hasten the Pentecost of
the "latter day." Earth is at present but as the prophet's "valley of dry
bones." Come, blessed Spirit of all grace, "breathe upon these dry bones, that
they may live."
And may the same blessed and benevolent influences be shed
on every heart that is dear to me. The Spirit of the Lord is not restricted. O
my Father in heaven, have You not promised to give the Holy Spirit to those
who ask You? I pray that all my beloved friends may become members of that
mystical body of which Jesus is the living Head, so that the oil of anointing
grace poured upon Him by the Spirit, and flowing down to the skirts of His
garments, may be shared by His humblest and unworthiest members, O that each
and all of our hearts may become living temples, in which the Holy Spirit
dwells! May nothing that is unholy find admission there, but, "sealed with
that Holy Spirit of promise, the earnest of our inheritance," may we be daily
and habitually living in the expectation of eternal glory. Through Jesus
Christ. Amen.
"Cause me to hear Your loving-kindness in the morning, for
in You do I trust."
30th Morning
FOR THE UNION OF YOUR PEOPLE
"O Lord, in the morning I will direct my prayer to You."
"That they all may be one."—John 17:21
O God, the eternal Fountain of all excellence and
glory!—through the one "new and living way" I desire this morning to approach
You. Powerless in my own pleadings, I look up to the right hand of the throne
of the Majesty in the heavens, to that "Prince who has power with God," and at
all times "prevails." Guilty, I come to this guiltless Redeemer. Diseased, I
come to this great Physician. Outcast, I come to Him who has promised that He
will by no means "cast out." May His presence always be with me. May I know
Him, and believe in Him, and rejoice in Him. May I feel that I need no other
Savior—that He is all I require for life or for death—for time or for
eternity.
I rejoice to think of the glorious multitude around Your
throne—the trophies of Your grace—already wearing the white robe and the
immortal palm. I rejoice to think of the blessed unity which pervades their
glorified ranks: no note of discord disturbing their lofty harmonies—all
seeing eye to eye, and heart to heart.
I lament the sad and mournful estrangement of Christian
from Christian in Your Church below—that so many, treading the same heavenly
journey, with the same glorious portals in view, should be following separate
and diverse footpaths—that so many brethren in the Lord whose interchanges
ought to be all love, should be looking coldly and censoriously on one
another. How much ungodly jealousy, and heart-burning, and mutual
recrimination, among Your professing people! How little of the spirit which of
old provoked the testimony even of heathen gainsayers—"See how these
Christians love one another!" O blessed "Author of peace and lover of
concord," in Your mercy, pour out on Your Church on earth, a greater spirit of
unity and brotherly-kindness, and charity. In Your mercy, heal the bleeding
wounds of Your mystical body—casting over them the mantle of love. Bring us
all, blessed Jesus, as individuals and as churches nearer Yourself, and then
shall we be nearer one another. It is because of our distance from You, the
great Sun of Righteousness, the Source of light and life and peace, that we,
as wandering stars are revolving in such devious and distant orbits. Give us
to feel that we are all members of one mighty family, of which You are the
glorious Head—that, though following diverse tracks, we are sheep of the same
pasture, owning the same "Chief Shepherd"—that, though enrolled in different
ranks, we are allies in the same great army, fighting under the banner of the
same great Captain of salvation. O forbid that, in these "latter days"—in
these times of trouble, and rebuke, and blasphemy, when "the enemy is coming
in like a flood"—we should waste our strength on petty and puny dissensions!
May we be led to merge the few points in which we differ, in the many in which
we can unite.
Preserve me, good Lord, this day, from all
uncharitableness. May I "judge not, that I be not judged." May I have Your
favor resting upon me in all the day's duties, and Your love softening and
sanctifying all its trials. May all my beloved friends be one with me in
Jesus—one now, and one in glory everlasting. Amen.
"Cause me to hear Your loving-kindness in the morning, for
in You do I trust."
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