A Morning Hymn

1 Lord of my life, 0 may thy praise
Employ my noblest powers,
Whose goodness lengthens out my days,
And fills the circling hours.

2 Preserv’d by thy almighty arm,
I pass’d the shades of night,
Serene, and safe from every harm,
And see returning light.

3 While many spent the night in sighs,
And restless pains, and woes ;
In gentle sleep I clos’d my eyes,
And undisturb’d repose.

4 When sleep, death’s semblance, o’er me spread,
And I unconscious lay,
Thy watchful care was round my bed,
To guard my feeble clay.

5 0 let the same almighty care
My waking hours attend;
From every danger, every snare,
My heedless steps defend.

6 Smile on my minutes as they roll,
And guide my future days;
And let thy goodness fill my soul
With gratitude and praise.

Anne Steele, Hymns, Psalms and Poems

That henceforth we should not serve sin. Romans 6:6

That henceforth we should not serve sin.
Romans 6:6

Christian, what hast thou to do with sin? Hath it not cost thee enough already? Burnt child, wilt thou play with the fire? What! when thou hast already been between the jaws of the lion, wilt thou step a second time into his den? Hast thou not had enough of the old serpent? Did he not poison all thy veins once, and wilt thou play upon the hole of the asp, and put thy hand upon the cockatrice’s den a second time? Oh, be not so mad! so foolish! Did sin ever yield thee real pleasure? Didst thou find solid satisfaction in it? If so, go back to thine old drudgery, and wear the chain again, if it delight thee. But inasmuch as sin did never give thee what it promised to bestow, but deluded thee with lies, be not a second time snared by the old fowler–be free, and let the remembrance of thy ancient bondage forbid thee to enter the net again! It is contrary to the designs of eternal love, which all have an eye to thy purity and holiness; therefore run not counter to the purposes of t
hy Lord. Another thought should restrain thee from sin. Christians can never sin cheaply; they pay a heavy price for iniquity. Transgression destroys peace of mind, obscures fellowship with Jesus, hinders prayer, brings darkness over the soul; therefore be not the serf and bondman of sin. There is yet a higher argument: each time you “serve sin” you have “Crucified the Lord afresh, and put him to an open shame.” Can you bear that thought? Oh! if you have fallen into any special sin during this day, it may be my Master has sent this admonition this evening, to bring you back before you have backslidden very far. Turn thee to Jesus anew; he has not forgotten his love to thee; his grace is still the same. With weeping and repentance, come thou to his footstool, and thou shalt be once more received into his heart; thou shalt be set upon a rock again, and thy goings shall be established.

Charles H. Spurgeon, Morning and Evening

Empty the Bucket

“Empty the bucket before you go to the fountain.”

Wise advice. If the pail be full of the best and cleanest water it is idle
to carry it to the well, for its fulness disqualifies it for being a receiver.
Those who think themselves full of grace are not likely to pray aright, for
prayer is a beggar’s trade, and supposes the existence of need. What does a
full bucket want with the well ? Let it stay where it is. Fitness for mercy
is not found in self-sufficiency, but in emptiness and want. He can and will
receive most of the Lord who has least of his own.

If the bucket is full of foul water, it is wise to throw it away as we go to
the crystal spring. We must not come to the Lord with our minds full of vanity,
lust, covetousness, and pride. “If I regard iniquity in my heart, the Lord
will not hear me. ” He will not make his grace the medium of floating our unclean
desires. Grace will cleanse out sin, but it will not mix with it, neither may
we desire such a dishonorable compromising of the holy name of the Lord our
God. Let the bucket of the heart be turned upside down and drained of the love
of sin, and then prayer will be heard, and Jesus will come in and fill it.

Lord, empty me of self, of pride, of worldliness, of unbelief, and then fill me
with all the fulness of God.

Charles Spurgeon, “Illustrations and Meditations”