"Let the whole earth be filled with His glory; Amen, and Amen."

"Let the whole earth be filled with His glory; Amen, and Amen."

—Psalm 72:19.

THIS is a large petition. 

To intercede for a whole city needs a stretch of faith, and there are times when a prayer for one man is enough to stagger us.

 But how far-reaching was the psalmist's dying intercession! 

How comprehensive! 

How sublime!

 "Let the whole earth be filled with His glory."

 It doth not exempt a single country however crushed by the foot of superstition;

 it doth not exclude a single nation however barbarous. 

For the cannibal as well as for the civilized, for all climes and races this prayer is uttered: the whole circle of the earth it encompasses, and omits no son of Adam. 

We must be up and doing for our Master, or we cannot honestly offer such a prayer. 

The petition is not asked with a sincere heart unless we endeavour, 

as God shall help us, to extend the kingdom of our Master. 

Are there not some who neglect both to plead and to labour? 

Reader, is it your prayer? 

Turn your eyes to Calvary. 

Behold the Lord of Life nailed to a cross, with the thorn-crown about His brow, with bleeding head, and hands, and feet. 

What! can you look upon this miracle of miracles, the death of the Son of God, without feeling within your bosom a marvellous adoration that language never can express? And when you feel the blood applied to your conscience, and know that He has blotted out your sins, you are not a man unless you start from your knees and cry, "Let the whole earth be filled with His glory; Amen, and Amen." 

Can you bow before the Crucified in loving homage, and not wish to see your Monarch master of the world? Out on you if you can pretend to love your Prince, and desire not to see Him the universal ruler. 

Your piety is worthless unless it leads you to wish that the same mercy 

which has been extended to you may bless the whole world. 

Lord, it is harvest-time, put in Thy sickle and reap.

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LOVE IN JESUS !!!

We are loved by the Creator of the Universe.

1 John 4:11 (NIV). 

Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another....... 

Thoughts on This Verse...

We are loved by the Creator of the Universe.

He knows us personally. 

Our Heavenly Father cares about us tremendously.

Although God knew about our weaknesses and sinfulness, he was willing to pay a terrible price to redeem us.

Even though we are sometimes weak or rebellious, he loves us, forgives us, and welcomes us back when we are willing to confess our sins and come home to him. 

So if God has consistently, faithfully, and graciously loved us, how can we not share that love with each other?

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HOW destructive is the hail !!!

"I smote you with blasting and with mildew and with hail in all the labours of your hands."—Haggai 2:17.

HOW destructive is the hail to the standing crops, beating out the precious grain upon the ground! 

How grateful ought we to be when the corn is spared so terrible a ruin!

 Let us offer unto the Lord thanksgiving.

 Even more to be dreaded are those mysterious destroyers—smut, bunt, rust, and mildew. 

These turn the ear into a mass of soot, or render it putrid, or dry up the grain, and all in a manner so beyond all human control that the farmer is compelled to cry,

 "This is the finger of God." 

Innumerable minute fungi cause the mischief, and were it not for the goodness of God, the rider on the black horse would soon scatter famine over the land. 

Infinite mercy spares the food of men, but in view of the active agents which are ready to destroy the harvest, right wisely are we taught to pray, 

"Give us this day our daily bread." 

The curse is abroad; we have constant need of the blessing. 

When blight and mildew come they are chastisements from heaven, and men must learn to hear the rod, and Him that hath appointed it.

Spiritually, mildew is no uncommon evil. 

When our work is most promising this blight appears. 

We hoped for many conversions, and lo! a general apathy, an abounding worldliness, or a cruel hardness of heart! There may be no open sin in those for whom we are labouring, but there is a deficiency of sincerity and decision sadly disappointing our desires. 

We learn from this our dependence upon the Lord, and the need of prayer that no blight may fall upon our work. Spiritual pride or sloth will soon bring upon us the dreadful evil, and only the Lord of the harvest can remove it. 

Mildew may even attack our own hearts, and shrivel our prayers and religious exercises. 

May it please the great Husbandman to avert so serious a calamity. 

Shine, blessed Sun of Righteousness, and drive the blights away.

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MEDITATION

C.H. Spurgeon 

"But as He went."

"But as He went."

—Luke 8:42.

JESUS is passing through the throng to the house of Jairus, to raise the ruler's dead daughter;

 but He is so profuse in goodness that He works another miracle while upon the road.

 While yet this rod of Aaron bears the blossom of an unaccomplished wonder, it yields the ripe almonds of a perfect work of mercy.

 It is enough for us, if we have some one purpose, straightway to go and accomplish it; it were imprudent to expend our energies by the way.

 Hastening to the rescue of a drowning friend, we cannot afford to exhaust our strength upon another in like danger. It is enough for a tree to yield one sort of fruit, and for a man 

to fulfil his own peculiar calling. 

But our Master knows no limit of power or boundary of mission. 

He is so prolific of grace, that like the sun which shines as it rolls onward in its orbit, His path is radiant with lovingkindness. 

He is a swift arrow of love, 

which not only reaches its ordained target, but perfumes the air through which it flies. 

Virtue is evermore going out of Jesus, as sweet odours exhale from flowers; and it always will be emanating from Him, as water from a sparkling fountain. 

What delightful encouragement this truth affords us!

 If our Lord is so ready to heal the sick and bless the needy,

 then, my soul, be not thou slow to put thyself in His way, that He may smile on thee. Be not slack in asking, if He be so abundant in bestowing. 

Give earnest heed to His word now, and at all times, that Jesus may speak through it to thy heart. 

Where He is to be found there make thy resort, that thou mayst obtain His blessing. 

When He is present to heal, may He not heal thee? 

But surely He is present even now, for He always comes to hearts which need Him. 

And dost not thou need Him? Ah, He knows how much! Thou Son of David, turn Thine eye and look upon the distress which is now before Thee, and make Thy suppliant whole.

                   Meditation

C. H. Spurgeon

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Your consolation brought joy to my soul.

Psalm 94:19 (NIV).

When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought joy to my soul....... 

Thoughts on This Verse... 

God is our comforter, sustainer, and Lord. 

Only his gracious presence and tender blessings can bring consolation and comfort to our restless and discouraged souls. 

So let's turn to him, honestly confessing both our sins and our sorrows.

Let's ask him to take our anxiety away and restore to us the passion, the joy, and the confidence of our salvation.

"So she gleaned in the field until even."

"So she gleaned in the field until even."

—Ruth 2:17.

LET me learn from Ruth, the gleaner. 

As she went out to gather the ears of corn, 

so must I go forth into the fields of prayer, meditation, 

the ordinances, and hearing the word to gather spiritual food.

 The gleaner gathers her portion ear by ear; her gains are little by little:

 so must I be content to search for single truths, if there be no greater plenty of them. 

Every ear helps to make a bundle, and every gospel lesson assists in making us wise unto salvation. The gleaner keeps her eyes open: if she stumbled among the stubble in a dream, she would have no load to carry home rejoicingly at eventide. 

I must be watchful in religious exercises lest they become unprofitable to me; 

I fear I have lost much already—O that I may rightly estimate my opportunities, and glean with greater diligence. The gleaner stoops for all she finds, and so must I. High spirits criticize and object, but lowly minds glean and receive benefit. 

A humble heart is a great help towards profitably hearing the gospel. 

The engrafted soul-saving word is not received except with meekness. 

A stiff back makes a bad gleaner; down, master pride, thou art a vile robber, not to be endured for a moment. What the gleaner gathers she holds: if she dropped one ear to find another, the result of her day's work would be but scant; she is as careful to retain as to obtain, and so at last her gains are great. 

How often do I forget all that I hear; the second truth pushes the first out of my head, and so my reading and hearing end in much ado about nothing! 

Do I feel duly the importance of storing up the truth? A hungry belly makes the gleaner wise; if there be no corn in her hand, there will be no bread on her table; she labours under the sense of necessity, and hence her tread is nimble and her grasp is firm; I have even a greater necessity, 

Lord, help me to feel it, that it may urge me onward to glean in fields which yield so plenteous a reward to diligence.

Meditation

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"Thou crownest the year with Thy goodness."

"Thou crownest the year with Thy goodness."—Psalm 65:11.

ALL the year round, every hour of every day, God is richly blessing us;
both when we sleep and when we wake His mercy waits upon us.

 The sun may leave us a legacy of darkness, but our God never ceases to shine upon His children with beams of love. Like a river,
His lovingkindness is always flowing, with a fulness inexhaustible as His own nature.
 Like the atmosphere which constantly surrounds the earth, and is always ready to support the life of man, the benevolence of God surrounds all His creatures; in it, as in their element, they live, and move, and have their being.

Yet as the sun on summer days gladdens us with beams more warm and bright than at other times, and as rivers are at certain seasons swollen by the rain, and as the atmosphere itself is sometimes fraught with more fresh, more bracing, or more balmy influences than heretofore, so is it with the mercy of God; it hath its golden hours; its days of overflow, when the Lord magnifieth His grace before the sons of men.

Amongst the blessings of the nether springs, the joyous days of harvest are a special season of excessive favour. It is the glory of autumn that the ripe gifts of providence are then abundantly bestowed; it is the mellow season of realization, whereas all before was but hope and expectation.

Great is the joy of harvest. Happy are the reapers who fill their arms with the liberality of heaven.
The Psalmist tells us that the harvest is the crowning of the year. Surely these crowning mercies call for crowning thanksgiving! Let us render it by the inward emotions of gratitude.

 Let our hearts be warmed; let our spirits remember, meditate, and think upon this goodness of the Lord. Then let us praise Him with our lips, and laud and magnify His name from whose bounty all this goodness flows. Let us glorify God by yielding our gifts to His cause.

A practical proof of our gratitude is a special thank-offering to the Lord of the harvest.

Meditation

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"And these are the singers . . . they were employed in that work day and night."

"And these are the singers . . . they were employed in that work day and night."—1 Chronicles 9:33.

WELL was it so ordered in the temple that the sacred chant never ceased: 

for evermore did the singers praise the Lord, whose mercy endureth for ever. 

As mercy did not cease to rule either by day or by night, so neither did music hush its holy ministry. 

My heart, there is a lesson sweetly taught to thee in the ceaseless song of Zion's temple,

 thou too art a constant debtor, and see thou to it that thy gratitude, like charity, never faileth. God's praise is constant in heaven, which is to be thy final dwelling-place, learn thou to practise the eternal hallelujah. 

Around the earth as the sun scatters his light, his beams awaken grateful believers to tune their morning hymn, so that by the priesthood of the saints perpetual praise is kept up at all hours, they swathe our globe in a mantle of thanksgiving, and girdle it with a golden belt of song.

The Lord always deserves to be praised for what He is in Himself, for His works of creation and providence, for His goodness towards His creatures, and especially for the transcendent act of redemption, and all the marvellous blessing flowing therefrom. 

It is always beneficial to praise the Lord; it cheers the day and brightens the night; it lightens toil and softens sorrow; and over earthly gladness it sheds a sanctifying radiance which makes it less liable to blind us with its glare. 

Have we not something to sing about at this moment? Can we not weave a song out of our present joys, or our past deliverances, or our future hopes? Earth yields her summer fruits: the hay is housed, the golden grain invites the sickle, and the sun tarrying long to shine upon a fruitful earth, shortens the interval of shade that we may lengthen the hours of devout worship.

 By the love of Jesus, let us be stirred up to close the day with a psalm of sanctified gladness.

Meditation

C. H. Spurgeon

Promise of Future Meeting !!!

Promise of Future Meeting

I will see you again, and your heart shall rejoice. (John 16:22)

Surely He will come a second time,

 and then, when He sees us and we see Him, there will be rejoicings indeed. 

Oh, for that joyous return! But this promise is being daily fulfilled in another sense.

 Our gracious Lord has many "agains" in His dealings with us. 

He gave us pardon, and He sees us again and repeats the absolving word 

as fresh sins cause us grief. 

He has revealed to us our acceptance before God, and when our faith in that blessing grows a little dim, He comes to us again and again and says, "Peace be unto you," and our hearts are glad.

Beloved, all our past mercies are tokens of future mercies. If Jesus has been with us, He will see us again. Look upon no former favor as a dead and buried thing, to be mourned over; but regard it as a seed sown, which will grow, and push its head up from the dust, and cry, 

"I will see you again." 

Are the times dark because Jesus is not with us as He used to be?

 Let us pluck up courage; for He will not be long away.

 His feet are as those of a roe or young hart, and they will soon bring Him to us. 

Wherefore let us begin to be joyous, since He saith to us even now,

 "I will see you again."