Not a single sigh for past sins, escapes His ears;
not a groan of the heart, but is heard by Him;
not a tear falls to the ground, but He puts it into His bottle.
Not a breathing of the soul after His holiness;
not a loathing of our own unholiness;
not an act of self-abasement or humbling ourselves for sin;
not a yearning of the soul for a purity which it has not;
not a single act of mercy;
not an act of self-denial;
every fragment of our poor sorrow and service God gathers and stores up. Nothing is forgotten or lost!
[The Preachers Book]
Psalm 56:8 ... Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book? ❤
