May 16

“Who giveth us ricJily all things to enjoy.*’ — 1 Timothy vi. 17.

‘^UR Lord Jesus is ever giving, and docs not for a yA solitary instant withdraw hi.* baud. As long as there is a vessel of grace not yet full to the brim, the oil shall not be stayed. He is a sun cvey-shiuing; He is nianua always falling round the camp; i? a rock in the desert, ever sending out streams of life from Ylxa smitten side; the rain of Ilis grace is always dronping; the river of His bounty is ever flowing, and the well-spring of is constantly overflowing. As the King can never die, so His grace can never fail. Daily we pluck His fruit, and dauy His branches bend down to our hand with a fresh store of mercy. There are seven feast days in His weeks, and as muny as are the days, so many are the banquets in His years. Who has ever returned from His door unblessed? Who has ever risen from His table unsatisfled, or from His bosom un-en2(paradised? His mercies are new every morning and fresh every evening. Who can know the number of His benefits, or recount the list of His bounties. Every sand which drops from the lass of time is but the tardy follower of a myriad of morcicft. The wings of our hours are covered with the silver of H/s kindness, and with the yellow gold of His aff’ection. The r-ver of time bears from the mountains of eternity the golden !»anda of His favor. The countless stars are but as the stafJard bearers of a more innumerable host of blessings. Whff oan count the dust of the benefits which He bestows on Jact»b, or tell the number of the fourth part of His mercies towa’-us Israel? How shall my soul extol Him who daily loadeth us with benefits, and who crowneth us with loving kindness? ‘) that my praise could be as ceaseless as His bounty! 0 misei able tongue, how canst thou be silent? Wake up, I pray thee lest I call thee no more my glory, but my shame. “Awak« psaltery and harp: I myself will awake right early.”