Saturday Morning.
O LORD ALMIGHTY, our Saviour and Redeemer, we meet around Thy throne this morning with a humble and grateful sense of all Thy mercy. With renewed strength we arise again to our daily duties, and our first offerings are due to Thee, Thou great and bountiful giver of every blessing,
Unworthy as we are, we yet daily receive new blessings. Every temporal gift which the earth pours forth in abundance, Thou hast endowed us with; and, what is of far greater moment, every spiritual blessing that has a tendency to encourage us to persevere in the way of holiness, is unceasingly conferred upon us. Thy temporal benefits know no intermission: but what are these compared with the riches of Thy grace—of that love and truth, which, as a copious stream, are continually issuing forth from the fountain of Thy holiness? While Thou carest for our corporeal frames, and nourishest our bodies with food convenient for them, how mindful art Thou of the food for the soul, and how constant and regular is the supply of the bread and the water of life!
With all the freshness of spring, with all the odours of summer, with all the fatness of autumn, and with the bracing air of winter, Thou regalest our senses, and strengthenest our bodily frames; but our souls are filled with transport of love and truth, our perceptions are quickened to know Thy Word, and if we look to Thee for help, strength is afforded us continually. Thy blessings are constant and uninterrupted, and all classes of thy creatures enjoy them—the young
