Christ Has Borne With Me In All My Unworthiness And Carried Me In All My Sorrows

"I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work."—John 9:4.

Pause, my soul, over this sweet scripture, and these sweet words of thy Lord! Look at Jesus, even thy Jesus, who, in the service of Mediator, as God's servant, had work to do in his day, as thou hast in thine. And Oh! what a day was his! Every portion of it filled with good! Now, my soul, the night of this present day is come; and the night of the whole day of thy life upon earth will shortly follow; it may come this very night; for nearly as the month is ended, thy life may end before it: and though death come not this very night, it cannot be far off, and may be near indeed. How then stands thy great account? Take down thy memorandums, as merchants do their ledger at certain seasons, to ascertain their stock; and review thine experience. Hath Jesus filled up every page? Hast thou the several items of his grace, and love, and bounty? Canst thou tell of Him that sent thee into the world, as he saith his Father sent him? John 17:18. Canst thou call to mind, from the first Bethel visit of his love, to the present hour, how he hath borne thee, and carried thee as on eagle's wings? And though it would tire the arm of an angel to write down the vast account of his mercy and grace, and though in thy poor forgetful heart, thousands, and ten thousands of instances have passed away, like traces on the water, and thou canst remember them no more; yet in looking back upon the whole, canst thou say, "Jesus is mine, and I am his?" Oh! the unspeakable felicity of thy summing up months, and days, and years, when the night cometh that no man can work. Precious Lord Jesus! thou hast indeed done all for me, and wrought all in me; thou hast made, and thou dost bear. It is thou that formed me from the womb, and now hast made me in thyself: thou hast redeemed me, and washed me from my sins in thy blood; borne with me in all my unworthiness, and carried me in all my sorrows! Into thy gracious hands, Lord, I desire to fall this night, and every night, and in the night of death; under the blessed assurance, that" when my heart shall faint, and my strength shall fail, thou wilt be the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever." Amen.

- Robert Hawker, The Poor Man's Morning and Evening Portions, September 30, Evening