September 12 | Evening

0:0012. Evening. I will sing of steadfast love and justice, Psalm 101, verse 1. Faith is triumphant in trial. When reason has her feet fastened in the stocks of the inner prison, faith makes the dungeon walls ring with her happy notes as she cries, I will sing of steadfast love and justice to you, O Lord. I will make music. Faith pulls the dark mask from the face of trouble and discovers the angel beneath. Faith looks up at the cloud and sees that it is big with mercy and will break in blessings on her head. There is a subject for song even in the judgments of God toward us.

1:01For, first the trial is not as difficult as it might have been. Next, the trouble is not as severe as we deserved, and our affliction is not as crushing as the burden that others have to carry. Faith sees that in her deepest sorrows there is no punishment. There is not a drop of God's wrath in it, it is all sent in love. Faith finds love gleaming like a jewel on the breast of an angry God. Faith wears her grief like a badge of honor and sings of the sweet results of her sorrows because they work for her spiritual good. Faith says, for this slight momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison. So Faith rides out in victory, trampling down earthly wisdom and carnal knowledge and singing songs of triumph where the battle rages.

2:04All I meet I find assists me in my path to heavenly joy, where though trials now attend me, trials never more annoy. Bless there with a weight of glory. Fill the path I'll not forget, but exulting cry it led me to my blessed, saviour seat. This has been morning and evening, a production of Crossway.