Saturday, August 13, 2011

Surely we are not sufficiently sensible of the infinite tenderness of Jesus!

Spurgeon's Morning and Evening



Evening, May 14

   "He shall gather the lambs with his arm, and carry them in his bosom."
  Isaiah 40:11

   Who is he of whom such gracious words are spoken? He is the Good
   Shepherd. Why doth he carry the lambs in his bosom? Because He hath a
   tender heart, and any weakness at once melts his heart. The sighs, the
   ignorance, the feebleness of the little ones of his flock draw forth
   his compassion. It is his office, as a faithful High Priest, to
   consider the weak. Besides, he purchased them with blood, they are his
   property: he must and will care for that which cost him so dear. Then
   he is responsible for each lamb, bound by covenant engagements not to
   lose one. Moreover, they are all a part of his glory and reward.

   But how may we understand the expression, "He will carry them"?
   Sometimes he carries them by not permitting them to endure much trial.
   Providence deals tenderly with them. Often they are "carried" by being
   filled with an unusual degree of love, so that they bear up and stand
   fast. Though their knowledge may not be deep, they have great sweetness
   in what they do know. Frequently he "carries" them by giving them a
   very simple faith, which takes the promise just as it stands, and
   believingly runs with every trouble straight to Jesus. The simplicity
   of their faith gives them an unusual degree of confidence, which
   carries them above the world.

   "He carries the lambs in his bosom." Here is boundless affection. Would
   he put them in his bosom if he did not love them much? Here is tender
   nearness: so near are they, that they could not possibly be nearer.
   Here is hallowed familiarity: there are precious love-passages between
   Christ and his weak ones. Here is perfect safety: in his bosom who can
   hurt them? They must hurt the Shepherd first. Here is perfect rest and
   sweetest comfort. Surely we are not sufficiently sensible of the
   infinite tenderness of Jesus!
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Tuesday, August 9, 2011

My prayer

This is a puritan prayer that Stuart Towend has put to music, I love it and prayer all my family would know htis peace in their lives...


An Old Puritan prayer:
(Music by Stuart Townend)

Blessed Spirit of the King,
of grace and love the author,
Work repentance deep within
And bend me at your alter.
Melt my heart with (thy) majesty
Then show my ruined self to me;
Teach me to more clearly see
You might and will to save me.

Here I place without reserve
My soul in faith and meekness,
Trusting in Christ’s power and love
To flourish in my weakness.
Cause my days on earth to be
Through time and through eternity
A trophy of His victory
A monument to mercy.

Teach me to behold my God
And trust His power to save me
Arms outstretched in constant love
Whose strength will never fail me.
Help me to commune with Him,
Depend and follow after Him,
That through my life His peace will rein
And joy be my companion.
http://www.musicnotes.com/sheetmusic/mtdVPE.asp?ppn=MN0091149

My Hope...