"They shall revive as the corn." - Hosea 14:7
Sweet promise to comfort a soul like mine, under so many and such
frequent languishing graces! How often hath it appeared to my view as
if the gracious seed had perished! It was small, indeed, in its first
beginning, like the grain of mustard seed; and no sooner had it
appeared, than I perceived it almost choked with the tares of
corruption, unbelief, and Satan's rubbish. I was soon led to suspect
God's work upon my soul. Surely, I said, this is not grace. Presently I
could see no more of it. I was ignorant that by thus dying to self, the
Holy Ghost was opening to my view the only living in Jesus. In a moment
unlooked for, it revived as the corn. Ah, from whence is the source?
Not from self, not from labours, not from exertions: can dead roots
live? The Holy Ghost taught me this must be Jesus. Your life, he said,
is hid with Christ in God. Here are the springs of grace: here, from
hence, flow the streams of that river which make glad the city of God.
Here then is faith's view of God's glory in Christ. Here is the
promise. "They shall revive as the corn." And thus it is fulfilled. "In
me," saith that precious Redeemer, "is thy fruit found." Mark this
down, my soul. Both root and fruit are in one and the same, even Jesus.
Spiritual attainments are in Jesus, not in the greenest buddings or
fairest blossoms of our own labours. Live then, my soul, wholly upon
Jesus, and then thou wilt revive as the corn. Suppose it trodden down;
suppose the tares of the wicked rise to oppose it, yet if Jesus be the
root, and the springs of grace in him flow, as they cannot but flow, to
keep alive all the branches in him, there shall be, there must be at
last, a glorious harvest. Oh what a volume doth the soul sometimes read
at once in that short promise," Because I live, ye shall live also."
Hail, hail, thou glorious root out of a dry ground; thou wilt send
forth the golden ears for thine own garner. Thou wilt weed out
everything that annoys. Thou wilt water, and by the sweet influences of
thy blood, thy word, and Spirit, thou wilt shine upon the standing
corn. And when, by all thy gracious husbandry, for the whole work and
glory is thine, thou hast caused the plentiful crop to hang down their
heads in all the humbleness of self- abasement, as the token of
ripeness; thou wilt command thine angel to put in the sickle of death,
and take home every stalk and every grain of the precious seed to thy
garner in heaven.