'The season of the year to which the good hand of our God has once more brought us round': an 1839 Old High harvest sermon
All Thy works praise Thee, O Lord. These words we repeat in their course when we come to them in their place in the Psalms, with a sort of general notion that they are true; but when the Heavens are black with clouds and wind, when the voice of God's thunder is heard round about, and His lightnings shine upon the ground, then, indeed, we feel that His works are praising the power and majesty of God. Or, to take one other instance, when the vallies stand so thick with corn that they seem to laugh and sing, when it appears as though the clouds in months past had indeed dropped fatness, and when God is crowning the year with His goodness before our eyes; we feel then that the works of the Lord do indeed praise Him by setting forth the greatness and abundance of His mercy and goodness ...
How often the works of God are made in Scripture not only to tell of His wisdom and power, as made known to us in the kingdom of His providence, but are also employed to illustrate the mysteries of the kingdom of His grace. Our Blessed Saviour Himself was constantly pleased to draw His lessons from surrounding nature. The fields which yet wanted four months to make them ready for the natural harvest, were employed by Him to explain to His disciples the near approach of that spiritual harvest in which they were to be employed as the first labourers. The lilies of the field, the sparrows on the housetop, the early sun-beams that gilded the pinnacles of the Temple, the vine that mantled the lattice of the room in which He spoke, all were called in by Him to inculcate confidence in the superintending providence of God, or to illustrate His own character and offices. The cloud rising out of the west, a red and lowering sunset, served to point His rebuke of the faithlessness and perversity of the generation among whom He sojourned. And thus it is that this world of ours, smitten though it be with a curse for the fall of man, is yet sanctified to the thoughts of the believer, who sees in everything around him something to remind him of that better country to which he is travelling.
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