Tender mercies

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"Have mercy upon me, O God, according to Your loving-kindness: according unto the multitude of Your tender mercies blot out my transgressions." Psalm 51:1

What a sweet expression it is—and how it seems to convey to our mind that God's mercies do not fall 'drop by drop'—but are as innumerable as the sand upon the sea-shore—as the stars that stud the midnight sky—as the drops of rain that fill the clouds before they discharge their copious showers upon the earth.

It is the multitude of His mercies that makes Him so merciful a God. He does not give but a drop or two of mercy—that would soon be gone, like the rain which fell this morning under the hot sun. But His mercies flow like ariver!

There is in Him a multitude of mercies, for a multitude of sins, and a multitude of sinners! This felt and received in the love of it—breaks, humbles, softens, and melts a sensible sinner's heart—and he says, "What, sin against such mercies? What, when the Lord has remembered me in my low estate, and manifested once more a sense of His mercy?

What, shall I go on to provoke Him again—walk inconsistently again—be entangled in Satan's snares again? O, forbid it God—forbid it gospel—forbid it tender conscience—forbid it every constraint of dying love! Have mercy upon me, O God, according to Your loving-kindness—according unto the multitude of Your tender mercies—blot out my transgressions!"