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is nothing else but our imitation of Christ, and that not only in doing, but in suffering.
The Holy Spirit.—As it is the office of Christ to intercede for us, so it is the office of the Holy Ghost to make those intercessions in us which we put up to God.
We cannot make pure prayer with our own breath, parts, and gifts. The Holy Spirit breathes purer prayer into, and draws it out of our hearts.
Humility.—If the best man's faults were written on his forehead, it would make him pull his hat over his eyes.
The more we know God, the more humble we are before him.
The better a man is, the more he is willing to know the worst of himself.
There is no greater argument of height in grace than low thoughts of ourselves.
Meditation.—There are two things which should be the daily meditation of saints. First, the cross of Christ, that they may know how, and be willing to suffer for him. Secondly, the yoke of Christ, that they may know him, and be willing to serve him.
Ministers.—God hath not made his ministers lions, to scare his flock; nor bulls, to gore them; but shepherds, to feed and watch over them.
'Tis enough to make all ministers of Christ tremble, and cry out "Who is sufficient for these things ?"—to remember that, when they speak to men, they speak in God's stead, g
'Tis not enough barely to receive Christ's messengers— they must be received as the messengers of Christ.
Prayer.—A praying soul is an expecting soul. Prayer without faith is like a gun discharged without a bullet, which makes a noise, but doth no execution.
God is a sure paymaster, and yet he expects we should sue him before he pays.
In prayer we prevail with God, but the strength whereby we prevail with God comes from God; yea, he doth not only give us strength in prayer, to act by, but he acts that strength in prayer.
Winged prayers have usually a winged answer—they are answered speedily.
God certainly hears what we speak; but we many times do not hear what he speaks, though he speaks peace to us. God always hears the prayer of faith, and answers it, but we do not always hear what that answer is.
Prayer is, as it were, a battle fought in heaven, not in wrath or revenge, but with faith and holy submission.
Godly men are ever answered in effect, though not in kind.
Inwrought prayer, that hath a spirit in it, carrieth all before it—nothing can bind or hold it from prevailing.
Perseverance.—It is not the hold which we have of God, but that which he hath of us, that makes us hold on our way. We should quickly let go our hold of God, if God had not infinitely faster hold of us.
k" ALL NIGHT IN PRAYER."
We know not what we owe to those tireless nights of prayer. The world's Eedeemer there made intercession for all coming generations. What vast trains of the children of men must have swept in review before the Saviour's eye! And as the shepherd knows and recognises each little lamb in all the flock; so our Shepherd, in those nights of watohfulness and prayer, knew and looked upon us for whom he came to suffer and atone. For his chosen he sent upward the voice of intense, earnest prayer, asking mercy for the sleeping world at his feet, and for the unborn world that he saw with Divine vision.
Think of it, careless one! As you lay your head upon a prayerless pillow, remember that your Saviour agonized all night in prayer. As you walk forth into the busy scenes of life, having sought no protection from an unseen arm, pause, and let memory go back to Him whose everlasting love once remembered you.
Think of it, sleepless one, tossing wearily on your restless pillow! Christ prayed when the world slept! If conscience, or care, or grief stand near you, with their phantom forms robbing you of repose, pray! If pale sickness wither the rose on your cheek, pray, as Jesus often prayed when head and heart were sick.
Christian, let the thought fall on you as the word "Peace " fell on angry, storm-tossed Gennesaret. Christian soldier, fighting against numerous foes for the promised crown, let it stimulate your zeal, and inspire you with strength, till you listen to the glad beat of the reveille in the sunny morning when you first tread your everlasting home. Christian teacher, mother, guide, remember the Master in his toils, and discouragements, and prayers, on the green mountain-slopes of Judea, in the crowded streets of Jerusalem, in the rocking fishers' boats on breezy Galilee. Dying Christian, let it be your comfort, as yon go through the dark valley, that Christ once bore you all night long upon his heart.
Standing idle in the market
See, his vineyard needeth tending—
Oh, go forth, 'tis early morning;
"Work to-day," the Master saith;
Work in patience, work in faith."
Standing idle at the noontide!
See the Master draweth nigh: "Go ye also in my vineyard;
Work, for yet the sun is high."
Standing idle! shades of even
Yet go forth, go forth to labour,
Work for all in his great vineyard—
But the Master finds some duty,
Standing idle, while one sinner
H to one afflicted brother
Oh, go forth with strong endeavour
'T is to-day lie calls his lab'rers;
And when even comes—the Master
May we feel the blest assurance,