Friday, February 12, 2016

        Jesus, I have need of Thee,
        Need that Thou with me abide;
        Need of Thee each day and hour,
        As my guard and as my guide!

        Jesus, I have need of Thee,
        When my wayward feet would stray;
        Need that, in Thy gentleness,
        Thou shouldst keep them in the way!

        Jesus, I have need of Thee,
        In the time of doubt and fear;
        Need to feel, whate’er may come,
        That Thou wilt my spirit cheer!

        Jesus, I have need of Thee,
        And Thy precious promises;
        Need of Thee to strengthen me,
        For my strength but weakness is!

        Jesus, I have need of Thee,
        When my heart is sorely tried;
        Need to feel Thy presence near,
        Whatsoever be denied!

        Need of Thee, need of Thee,
        Jesus, I have need of Thee.
        Need of Thee each day and hour,
        Jesus, I have need of Thee!
                                                       E. R. Latta

Return unto thy rest, O my soul; for the LORD hath dealt bountifully with thee.  Psalms 116:7

The dove found no rest out of the ark, and therefore returned to it; and my soul has learned yet more fully than ever, this day, that there is no satisfaction to be found in earthly things-God alone can give rest to my spirit.  As to my business, my possessions, my family, my attainments, these are all well enough on their way, but they cannot fulfil the desires of my immortal nature.  “Return unto thy rest, O my soul, for the Lord hath dealt bountifully with thee.”  It was at the still hour, when the gates of the day were closing, that with weary wing the dove came back to her master:  O Lord, enable me this evening thus to return to Jesus.  She could not endure to spend a night hovering over the restless waste, nor can I bear to be even for another hour away from Jesus, the rest of my heart, the house of my spirit.  She did not merely alight upon the roof of the ark, she “came in to him;” even so would my longing spirit look into the secret of the Lord, pierce to the interior of truth, enter into that which is within the veil, and reach to my Beloved in very deed.
                                                                                                                                        C. H. Spurgeon

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