May 11 — Morning

It is well there is One who is ever the same, and who is ever with us. It is well there is one stable rock amid the billows of the sea of life. O my soul, set not your affections upon rusting, moth-eaten, decaying treasures, but set your heart upon Him who abides for ever faithful to you. Build not your house upon the moving quicksands of a deceitful world, but found your hopes upon this rock, which, amid descending rain and roaring floods, shall stand immovably secure. My soul, I charge you, lay up your treasure in the only secure cabinet; store your jewels where you can never lose them. Put your all in Christ; set all your affections on His person, all your hope in His merit, all your trust in His efficacious blood, all your joy in His presence, and so you may laugh at loss, and defy destruction. Remember that all the flowers in the world's garden fade by turns, and the day coms when nothing will be left but the black, cold earth. Death's black extinguisher must soon put out your candle. Oh! how sweet to have sunlight when the candle is gone! The dark flood must soon roll between you and all you have; then wed your heart to Him who will never leave you; trust thyself with Him who will go with you through the black and surging current of death's stream, and who will land you safely on the celestial shore, and make you sit with Him in heavenly places for ever. Go, sorrowing son of affliction, tell your secrets to the Friend who sticks closer than a brother. Trust all your concerns with Him who never can be taken from you, who will never leave you, and who will never let you leave Him, even "Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, and to-day, and for ever." "See, I am with you alway," is enough for my soul to live upon, let who will forsake me.