Psalm 52:8August 17 Morning
I trust the mercy of God forever and ever.
Meditate a little on the mercy of the Lord. It is tender mercy. With gentle, loving touch, he heals the broken hearted, and binds up their wounds. He is as gracious in the fashion of his mercy as in the action 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 favors 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 righteousness on the sinner's part to deserve 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 good reason, for there was none in the sinner himself. It is rich mercy. Some things are great, but are ineffective, but this mercy is a cordial to your drooping spirits, a golden ointment for 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 fresh, full and as free as ever. It is unfailing mercy. It will never abandon you. If mercy is your friend, mercy will be with you in temptation to keep you from yielding, with you in trouble to prevent you from sinking, with you living to be the light and life of your countenance and with you dying to be the joy of your soul when earthly comfort is ebbing fast.