Say unto my soul, I am thy Salvation.—Psalm Xxxv. 3.
What poor creatures we are, and what a mercy that we have the prospect of soon breathing a different atmosphere, always healthy, and invigorating, and life-giving to our souls. O how great the happiness of being able to look forward to this state of things with a degree of certaintythat excludes all doubt. What peace and joy does this impart to the believing soul; better far than all the riches and honour of this poor dying world. Let us not rest until, at the feet of Jesus, we are enabled to say, “My soul is saved: God in Christ has spoken peace.” Let us take nothing for .granted. With respect to Eternity, the concerns of our soul should be reduced to a moral certainty. We should be quite sure. And O when He speaks to us, we know it. There is no voice like the still small voice of the Spirit. Let us go again and again, until we get this blessing. Then we shall say, as the woman of Samaria, “Now we believe, not because of thy saying: for we have heard Him ourselves, and know that this is indeed the Christ, the Saviour of the world.” I think I could go upon my knees and entreat souls not to rest until they find Jesus.
We live in a dangerous world,—a world lying in wickedness; and when we remember what a treacherous foe dwells in our bosom, ever prompting us to evil, we need cry mightily to God to save us from Satan and from our own selves. I have lately had a very sweet humbling view of my own hateful self, and a soul-melting view of the wonderful and over-whelming goodness of God in loving and saving one so vile.