Morning exercises have ever been dear to enlightened, heaven-loving souls, and it has been their rule never to see the face of man till they have first seen the face of God. Spurgeon.
And too, after storm-tossed evening, in the struggling with sin, the restless night of drenching and shivering, it is comforting to experience the freshness of the morning, the comfort of forgiveness, the deep breath of the new start, to face another day. And yes, the thunder shall peal and the bolts jolt, and we shall become stranded. And then, again shall come the morning. For somewhere in the night, we do not quite recall, he has taken us in arm and set us upon the dry cleft, warm and safe within His keeping.
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