"Rivers of waters run down mine eyes, because they keep not thy law." - Psalm 119:136
Who is there of whom this may be said? Jesus, and Jesus only. He wept
indeed over his beloved Jerusalem, for he was a man of sorrows and
acquainted with grief. And the love he had to his redeemed, induced a
bloody sweat through all the pores of his sacred body. But of every
other may it not be said, "All seek their own, not the things which are
Jesus Christ's." Did we truly love Zion, would not rivers of tears run
down at the present languishing state of Zion? Did we feel the full
sense of distinguishing grace, would not every heart mourn over the
ruins of our common nature? Think, my soul, what a mass of sin ascends
as a cloud before the view of the Lord every day from a single heart of
the desperately wicked transgressor? Think what an accumulation in a
town, a province, an empire, the world! Might not rivers of waters run
down at the contemplation? And worse, if possible! Think of that higher
source of sorrow, in that the only possible remedy for this evil is
slighted, and Christ, which is God's one gracious ordinance for the
recovery of our ruined nature, is so little esteemed among men. Oh how
might the people of God be supposed to have their very souls melted in
the contemplation! This, this is indeed the condemnation; this is the
soul- destroying sin; "that light is come into the world, and men love
darkness rather than light, because their deeds are evil." Oh for grace
to mourn over a Christ-despising generation! Oh for the "Deliverer to
arise out of Zion, and turn away ungodliness from Jacob."
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