<h2>TENTH EVENING.<br/> <span class="small">FOR THE SPIRIT OF ADOPTION.</span></h2>
<p class="center small">"Ye have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we
cry, Abba, Father."—Rom. viii. 15.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Blessed Lord!</span> I desire to draw near this
night with holy boldness to the footstool of Thy
throne, rejoicing that I can look up to Thee as
my Father in heaven. "Behold what manner
of love is this the Father hath bestowed on me,
that I should be called a child of God." Thou
mightest have righteously left me orphaned,
friendless, portionless for ever. But in the
midst of wrath Thou hast remembered mercy:
the kindness of no earthly parent, O God, could
equal thine. Thou hast borne with all my obstinacy,
all my perverseness, and waywardness,
and ingratitude. I am at this hour the monument
of a love as wondrous as it is undeserved.</p>
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Oh teach me to cultivate more and more a
spirit of child-like obedience to Thee; to cherish
a holy fear of offending so kind and forgiving
and beneficent a Father. Whilst Thou art
strewing my wilderness path with unmerited
blessings, may I be enabled to rise above every
earthly gift and mercy to the better inheritance
I have in Thee, the bountiful Bestower of all!
Let me feel every created blessing to be doubly
sweet, as emanating from a Father's hand, and
being a proof and pledge of a Father's love.
Let the hour of prayer be doubly hallowed by
the thought that I am permitted to haunt a
Father's presence, and pour my wants into a
Father's ear. Let the season of sorrow be
sweetened by the thought that the rod is in a
Father's hand, and that the voice, though apparently
rough, is the tender whispering of
parental love.</p>
<p>Blessed Jesus! I desire to remember that it
is Thou and Thou only who hast not left me
"comfortless." It is Thou who hast devised
and completed a way by which "Thy banished"
may not be "expelled" from a Father's presence.
Thou hast opened a door of welcome to
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the chief of sinners. It is Thy blessed voice
and Thy glorious work which utter the gracious
declaration, "In my Father's house there are
many mansions." Oh let me lean with a more
simple and entire dependence on Thee; let me
live from day to day with an unfaltering trust
in Thy mercy. May every new evening, as it
finds me laying the incense-offering of gratitude
and love on Thine altar, find me also a stage
nearer my Father's house, nearer <i>home</i>, and
nearer <i>Thee</i>.</p>
<p>Take all my beloved friends under Thy
shadowing wings this night. The darkness
can not screen them from Thee; the curtains
of night can not exclude Thy kind and watchful
eye. Guide, guard, protect them, and bring
them all at last to Thy heavenly kingdom.</p>
<p>Bless Thy Church everywhere; lengthen her
cords and strengthen her stakes. Be a wall of
fire around Thy Zion and the glory in the midst
thereof. Clothe her priests with salvation, let
her saints and people shout aloud for joy.</p>
<p>Bless those on whom Thou hast laid Thine
afflicting hand. May they take refuge in the
arms that are chastising them, and be enabled to
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say in unmurmuring submission, "The Lord's
will be done." Hear me, gracious Father, for
the sake of Jesus Christ, my blessed Lord and
Saviour. Amen.</p>
<p class="gap-above center small">"LET MY PRAYER BE SET FORTH BEFORE THEE AS<br/>
INCENSE: AND THE LIFTING UP OF MY HANDS<br/>
AS THE EVENING SACRIFICE."</p>
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