Charles Spurgeon
Morning and Evening Devotions
"The mercy of God."
Psalm 52:8
Meditate
a little on this mercy of the Lord. It is tender mercy. With gentle,
loving touch, he healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their
wounds. He is as gracious in the manner of his mercy as in the matter of
it. It is great mercy. There is nothing little in God; his mercy is
like himself--it is infinite. You cannot measure it. His mercy is so
great that it forgives great sins to great sinners, after great lengths
of time, and then gives great favours and great privileges, and raises
us up to great enjoyments in the great heaven of the great God. It is
undeserved mercy, as indeed all true mercy must be, for deserved mercy
is only a misnomer for justice.
There was no right on the sinner's part
to the kind consideration of the Most High; had the rebel been doomed at
once to eternal fire he would have richly merited the doom, and if
delivered from wrath, sovereign love alone has found a cause, for there
was none in the sinner himself. It is rich mercy.
Some things are great,
but have little efficacy in them, but this mercy is a cordial to your
drooping spirits; a golden ointment to your bleeding wounds; a heavenly
bandage to your broken bones; a royal chariot for your weary feet; a
bosom of love for your trembling heart. It is manifold mercy. As Bunyan
says, "All the flowers in God's garden are double." There is no single
mercy. You may think you have but one mercy, but you shall find it to be
a whole cluster of mercies. It is abounding mercy.
Millions have
received it, yet far from its being exhausted; it is as fresh, as full,
and as free as ever. It is unfailing mercy. It will never leave thee. If
mercy be thy friend, mercy will be with thee in temptation to keep thee
from yielding; with thee in trouble to prevent thee from sinking; with
thee living to be the light and life of thy countenance; and with thee
dying to be the joy of thy soul when earthly comfort is ebbing fast.
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