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(George Mylne, "Lessons for the Christian's Daily Walk" 1859)
"The eye is never satisfied with seeing, nor the ear
with hearing." Ecclesiastes 1:8
The senses are but servants to the soul. The soul
desires to look--and sets the eye to see. The
soul desires to hear--and sets the ear to
hearken. The soul is never wearied. It listens to sweet
music, and lingers, longing still for more. When had the soul
enough of a sweet flower? When was it ever filled to overflowing
with viewing the masterpieces of nature?
Nothing
on earth can satisfy the
soul!
It leaves its pleasures, with a craving for more.
It sighs to increase its satisfactions.
It grieves to think how limited are all its joys.
Oh, there is a longing in the soul; a restless
appetite to see and hear, to grasp, to understand; a
stretching forth of thought; a yearning principle--which
spurns the restrictions of the senses. And yet (such is
the tribute due to sinful human nature) sense, in its
feebleness, keeps down the soul. The soul, with all its energy,
cannot overpower sense!
How sad, how humbling the condition of fallen man!
Yet, child of God, you have no cause to mourn. Gifted by grace
with higher faculties, you have that with which to fill your soul
to the full. By faith you see, hear, and taste better things--you
see Jesus on the throne of God. By faith you see the "sea of glass," and
hear "the voice of harpers harping with their harps." You see
Heavenly and eternal realities by faith!
My soul, why linger after the things of
time--when better
sights, and better sounds invite you? Or why lament your
straitened means--with heavenly powers so unlimited?
Then let your eye repose on Jesus!
The more you look at Him--the longer will you look.
The more you look--the more will be your power to gaze upon Him.
The more you commune with Him--the sweeter shall you find His
company.
Speak much to Jesus--you shall not speak in vain. The name of
Jesus shall be to you "as beds of spices, and sweet flowers."
(Canticles 5:13.) The whispers of the Spirit, telling of grace and
peace, shall ever and always refresh your ear!
My soul, these pleasures shall never fail you!
Not like the music, that was, and is not--with no hand to
sweep the chords!
Not like a feast of yesterday--which is now gone forever!
Not like the flowers that once were fragrant--and now are
fragrant no longer!
Not like the beautiful landscape--which you have left
behind!
Your Savior, Friend, and Comforter, is ever with you--now and to
all eternity the same!
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