4. Rejoice the soul of thy servant. Make my
heart glad, for I count it my honor to call myself thy servant, and I reckon
thy favor to be all the wages I could desire. I look for all my happiness in
thee only, and therefore unto thee, O Lord, do I lift up my soul. Thou
art as the brazen serpent to my sick nature, and I lift up my soul’s eye to
thee that I may live. I know that the nearer I am to thee the greater is my
joy; therefore be pleased to draw me nearer while I am laboring to draw near.
It needs a strong shoulder at the wheel when a heart sticks in the miry clay of
despondency; but the Lord will take the will for the deed, and come in with a
hand of almighty grace to raise his poor servant out of the earth and up to
heaven.
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