May 5.

May 5.

THE MERRY MEN OF THE LORD.

“Neither be ye sorry; for the joy of the Lord is your strength.” – Neh.viii.10.

The joy of the Lord is my strength.

There is the joy of my Lord’s Almightiness.  I am weak.  I am beset by adversaries.  My burdens and my tasks are many.  But I have Omnipotence on my side.  “With God,” said one of the ladies of the Scottish Covenant, “the most of mosts is lighter than nothing, and without Him the least of leasts is heavier than any burden.”

There is the joy of my Lord’s Wisdom.  How many are His contrivances, what pains He takes, how well-ordered and sure are the methods He employs, to instruct me, to purify me, to crown me!  Patiently and graciously He presses to His goal, and never once is He betrayed into a false step.

There is the joy of my Lord’s Truth.  His great and precious promises—promises of temporal and spiritual deliverances, of holiness, of grace to help in time of need, of heaven and home at last: not one of them will fall to the ground.

There is the joy of my Lord’s Love.  The Father loves me; He is not satisfied until He has me as a child in His family.  The Son loves me; He pours out His life-blood for me on the Cross, and He lives again to plead for my welfare.  The Spirit loves me; He is content to abide with me till I am pure as Christ is pure.

When Henry Martyn lay dying, fever-stricken and alone, he wrote in his Journal: “I thought of my God—in solitude My Company, my Friend, and my Comforter.”  I am strong, living and dying, when my thoughts travel the same way.

Dr. Alexander Smellie.

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