Morning Reading
Have mercy upon
me, O God.
—Psalm 51:1
When Dr.
Carey was suffering from a dangerous illness, the enquiry was made, “If
this sickness should prove fatal, what passage would you select as the text for
your funeral sermon?” He replied, “Oh, I feel that such a poor sinful
creature is unworthy to have anything said about him; but if a funeral sermon
must be preached, let it be from the words, ‘Have mercy upon me, O God,
according to Thy lovingkindness; according unto the multitude of Thy tender
mercies blot out my transgressions.'” In the same spirit of humility he
directed in his will that the following inscription and nothing more should be
cut on his gravestone:-
WILLIAM
CAREY, BORN AUGUST 17th, 1761:
DIED – –
“A
wretched, poor, and helpless worm
On Thy kind arms I fall.”
Only on the
footing of free grace can the most experienced and most honoured of the saints
approach their God. The best of men are conscious above all others that they
are men at the best. Empty boats float high, but heavily laden vessels are low
in the water; mere professors can boast, but true children of God cry for mercy
upon their unprofitableness. We have need that the Lord should have mercy upon
our good works, our prayers, our preachings, our alms-givings, and our holiest
things. The blood was not only sprinkled upon the doorposts of Israel’s
dwelling houses, but upon the sanctuary, the mercy-seat, and the altar, because
as sin intrudes into our holiest things, the blood of Jesus is needed to purify
them from defilement. If mercy be needed to be exercised towards our duties,
what shall be said of our sins? How sweet the remembrance that inexhaustible
mercy is waiting to be gracious to us, to restore our backslidings, and make
our broken bones rejoice!