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Daily Light's Morning Reading
The fruit of the Spirit is peace.—GAL. 5:22.
To be spiritually minded is life and peace.
God hath called us to peace.—Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.—The God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.
I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day.—Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee.
The work of righteousness shall be peace; and the effect of righteousness quietness and assurance for ever. And my people shall dwell in a peaceable habitation, and in sure dwellings, and in quiet resting places.—Whoso hearkeneth unto me shall dwell safely, and shall be quiet from fear of evil.
Great peace have they which love thy law.
Rom. 8:6.I Cor. 7:15. -John 14:27. -Rom. 15:13.II Tim. 1:12. -Isa. 26:3.Isa. 32:17,18. -Prov. 1:33.Psa. 119:165.
Spurgeon's Morning Reading
“His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers.”
Song of Solomon 5:13
Lo, the flowery month is come! March winds and April showers have done their work, and the earth is all bedecked with beauty. Come my soul, put on thine holiday attire and go forth to gather garlands of heavenly thoughts. Thou knowest whither to betake thyself, for to thee “the beds of spices” are well known, and thou hast so often smelt the perfume of “the sweet flowers,” that thou wilt go at once to thy well-beloved and find all loveliness, all joy in him. That cheek once so rudely smitten with a rod, oft bedewed with tears of sympathy and then defiled with spittle—that cheek as it smiles with mercy is as fragrant aromatic to my heart. Thou didst not hide thy face from shame and spitting, O Lord Jesus, and therefore I will find my dearest delight in praising thee. Those cheeks were furrowed by the plough of grief, and crimsoned with red lines of blood from thy thorn-crowned temples; such marks of love unbounded cannot but charm my soul far more than “pillars of perfume.” If I may not see the whole of his face I would behold his cheeks, for the least glimpse of him is exceedingly refreshing to my spiritual sense and yields a variety of delights. In Jesus I find not only fragrance, but a bed of spices; not one flower, but all manner of sweet flowers. He is to me my rose and my lily, my heartsease and my cluster of camphire. When he is with me it is May all the year round, and my soul goes forth to wash her happy face in the morning-dew of his grace, and to solace herself with the singing of the birds of his promises. Precious Lord Jesus, let me in very deed know the blessedness which dwells in abiding, unbroken fellowship with thee. I am a poor worthless one, whose cheek thou hast deigned to kiss! O let me kiss thee in return with the kisses of my lips.
Old Testament Chapter a Day - Job 14
14. Job Replies
14
“A mortal, born of woman, few of days and full of trouble,
2
comes up like a flower and withers,
flees like a shadow and does not last.
3
Do you fix your eyes on such a one?
Do you bring me into judgment with you?
4
Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean?
No one can.
5
Since their days are determined,
and the number of their months is known to you,
and you have appointed the bounds that they cannot pass,
6
look away from them, and desist,
that they may enjoy, like laborers, their days.
7
“For there is hope for a tree,
if it is cut down, that it will sprout again,
and that its shoots will not cease.
8
Though its root grows old in the earth,
and its stump dies in the ground,
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yet at the scent of water it will bud
and put forth branches like a young plant.
10
But mortals die, and are laid low;
humans expire, and where are they?
11
As waters fail from a lake,
and a river wastes away and dries up,
12
so mortals lie down and do not rise again;
until the heavens are no more, they will not awake
or be roused out of their sleep.
13
O that you would hide me in Sheol,
that you would conceal me until your wrath is past,
that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
14
If mortals die, will they live again?
All the days of my service I would wait
until my release should come.
15
You would call, and I would answer you;
you would long for the work of your hands.
16
For then you would not number my steps,
you would not keep watch over my sin;
17
my transgression would be sealed up in a bag,
and you would cover over my iniquity.
18
“But the mountain falls and crumbles away,
and the rock is removed from its place;
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the waters wear away the stones;
the torrents wash away the soil of the earth;
so you destroy the hope of mortals.
20
You prevail forever against them, and they pass away;
you change their countenance, and send them away.
21
Their children come to honor, and they do not know it;
they are brought low, and it goes unnoticed.
22
They feel only the pain of their own bodies,
and mourn only for themselves.”
New Testament in Four Years - 1 Peter 1:17-21
1. Praise to God for a Living Hope
17 If you invoke as Father the one who judges all people impartially according to their deeds, live in reverent fear during the time of your exile.18You know that you were ransomed from the futile ways inherited from your ancestors, not with perishable things like silver or gold,19but with the precious blood of Christ, like that of a lamb without defect or blemish.20He was destined before the foundation of the world, but was revealed at the end of the ages for your sake.21Through him you have come to trust in God, who raised him from the dead and gave him glory, so that your faith and hope are set on God.
Psalm a Day - Psalm 90
90. Psalm 90
BOOK IV
(Psalms 90–106)
Psalm 90
God’s Eternity and Human Frailty
A Prayer of Moses, the man of God.
1
Lord, you have been our dwelling place
in all generations.
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Before the mountains were brought forth,
or ever you had formed the earth and the world,
from everlasting to everlasting you are God.
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You turn us back to dust,
and say, “Turn back, you mortals.”
4
For a thousand years in your sight
are like yesterday when it is past,
or like a watch in the night.
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You sweep them away; they are like a dream,
like grass that is renewed in the morning;
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in the morning it flourishes and is renewed;
in the evening it fades and withers.
7
For we are consumed by your anger;
by your wrath we are overwhelmed.
8
You have set our iniquities before you,
our secret sins in the light of your countenance.
9
For all our days pass away under your wrath;
our years come to an end like a sigh.
10
The days of our life are seventy years,
or perhaps eighty, if we are strong;
even then their span is only toil and trouble;
they are soon gone, and we fly away.
11
Who considers the power of your anger?
Your wrath is as great as the fear that is due you.
12
So teach us to count our days
that we may gain a wise heart.
13
Turn, O Lord! How long?
Have compassion on your servants!
14
Satisfy us in the morning with your steadfast love,
so that we may rejoice and be glad all our days.
15
Make us glad as many days as you have afflicted us,
and as many years as we have seen evil.
16
Let your work be manifest to your servants,
and your glorious power to their children.
17
Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us,
and prosper for us the work of our hands—
O prosper the work of our hands!