Psalms 130:6. My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.
And many a mariner has watched, for the morning with an awful anxiety, for he could not know where his vessel was until the day should break. Many a weary patient, tossed upon the bed of pain, has waited for the morning, saying, "Would God it were morning, for then, perhaps, I might find ease." And you know that sometimes the watchers upon the castle-top, who have to be guarding the ramparts against the adversary by night, watch for the morning. So does David’s soul watch. Lord, if I may not have thee, permit me to watch for thee. Oh! there is some happiness even in waiting for an absent God. I recollect that Rutherford says, "I do not see how I can be unhappy, for if Christ will not love me, if he will but permit me to love him, and I feel I cannot help doing that, the loving of him will be heaven enough for me." Waiting for God is sweet, inexpressibly delightful.
"To those who call, how kind thou art, how good to those who seek;
But what to those who find? Ah! this, nor tongue nor pen can show,
The love of Jesus, what it is, none but his loved ones know."
Happy are they who, having waited patiently, at last behold their God.
Psalms 130:6. My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.
And many a mariner has watched, for the morning with an awful anxiety, for he could not know where his vessel was until the day should break. Many a weary patient, tossed upon the bed of pain, has waited for the morning, saying, "Would God it were morning, for then, perhaps, I might find ease." And you know that sometimes the watchers upon the castle-top, who have to be guarding the ramparts against the adversary by night, watch for the morning. So does David’s soul watch. Lord, if I may not have thee, permit me to watch for thee. Oh! there is some happiness even in waiting for an absent God. I recollect that Rutherford says, "I do not see how I can be unhappy, for if Christ will not love me, if he will but permit me to love him, and I feel I cannot help doing that, the loving of him will be heaven enough for me." Waiting for God is sweet, inexpressibly delightful.
"To those who call, how kind thou art, how good to those who seek;
But what to those who find? Ah! this, nor tongue nor pen can show,
The love of Jesus, what it is, none but his loved ones know."
Happy are they who, having waited patiently, at last behold their God.