Spurgeon: August AM
* 08/17/AM
"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.