Lord teach us to number our days, Psalm 90:12. How well should those live who are to live so little! Here is the history of the grass — sown, grown, blown, mown, gone; and the history of man is not much more.
Remember we are a part of a great procession which is always moving by; others come and go before your own eyes. You see them, and they disappear, and you yourself moving onward to another and more real world.
Some men number their cattle, number their acres, number their dollars and even there professional achievements, but do not number their days, or, if they do, they fail to draw the inference from them which both reason and grace suggest, that we apply our hearts unto wisdom.
Every true Christian has a friend in heaven, of almighty power and boundless love. They are taught of, cared for, provided for, defended by God’s eternal Son. They have an unfailing Protector who never slumbers or sleeps, and watches continually over their interests. The world may despise them, but they have no cause to be ashamed. Father and mother even may cast them out, but Christ having once taken them up, will never let them go. They are the friend of Christ even after they are dead. The friendships of this world are often fair weather friendships, and fail us like summer dried fountains, when our need is the greatest; but the friendship of the Son of God is stronger than death and goes beyond the grave. The friend of sinners is a friend that sticks closer than a brother.
Jesus Christ, the son of God, who seated at the Father’s right hand gives gifts to men, sanctify us in the truth, bring to the truth those who err; shut the mouth of those who would slander sound doctrine, and endue the faithful ministers of his Word with the spirit of wisdom and discretion. That all their discourses may tend to the glory of God, and the edification of those who hear them.
The dying lamb, thy precious blood shall never loose its power, till all the ransomed Church of God be saved to sin no more.