The Believer's Support.
By Ambrose Serle
I MAY be faint and weary, but my God cannot be. I may alter and fluctuate, as to my frames; but my Redeemer is unchangeably the same. I might utterly fail and come to nothing, if left to myself; but I cannot be so left to myself, for the spirit of truth hath said, "I will never leave thee nor forsake thee." He will renew my strength, either by changing my weakness into strength, or by enduing me with his own power. He is wise to foresee and provide for all my dangers; he is rich to relieve me and succor me in all my wants; he is gracious to hear and answer all my prayers; he is omnipotent to deliver and defend me from all my enemies; he is faithful to perfect and perform all his own promises; he is eternal and immortal to bless my poor depending soul with eternal blessedness and immortality. O what a great and glorious Saviour for such a mean and worthless sinner! O what a bountiful and graciously indulgent Friend for such a base and insignificant rebel! What am I when I compare myself, and all I am of myself, with what I can conceive of my God, and of what he hath kindly promised me! What a mystery am I to myself, to angels, to men! A worm of earth, to be like a star of heaven; a corruptible sinner, to be an incorruptible saint; a rebel to be made a child; an outlaw to become an inheritor of heaven; a stronghold of the Devil to be changed into a temple of God; an enemy and a beggar to be exalted to a throne; to be in friendship with God, one with Christ, a possessor of his Spirit, and of all this honor, happiness and glory, forevermore; and all without any right to any one thing on my part, but the miseries of the lowest hell! O what manner, and what matter of love is this! Lord, take my heart, my soul, my all. I can render thee no more, and I would render thee no less.—Ambrose Serle.