If we could ask that time stand still,
what season would we choose?
Oh, the glories we would forego,
the mercies we would lose!
How could we know the very best
in time, with our small mind?
We’d pause before His so “right time,”
and His “fullness” never find.
Then we will with the psalmist grant,
“My times are in Thy hand,”
in fleeting life enjoy each day,
our God in love has planned.
To know Him and to hear His voice
eternal life is this,
and not one moment of His mercy
would we choose to miss!
A very great portion of modern revivalism has been more a curse than a blessing, because it has led thousands to a kind of peace before they have known their misery; restoring the prodigal to the Father’s house, and never making him say, “Father, I have sinned.” How can he be healed who is not sick, or he be satisfied with the bread of life who is not hungry? The old-fashioned sense of sin is despised....Everything in this age is shallow....The consequence is that men leap into religion, and then leap out again. Unhumbled they came to the church, unhumbled they remained in it, and unhumbled they go from it.
C. H. Spurgeon,1882