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Oh that we could all remember this. That when we walk across the field,
or look out into the garden, we could have the wisdom to remember,
Whither, O God, can I go from Thy presence? For Thou art looking down on
the opening of every bud and flower, and without Thee not a sparrow falls
to the ground. Whither can I flee from Thy Spirit? For Thy Spirit is
giving life perpetually, alike to me and to the insect at my feet;
without Thy Spirit my lungs could not breathe one breath, my heart could
not beat one pulse. In Thee, I and all things live, move, and have our
being. And shall I forget Thee, disobey Thee, neglect to praise, and
honour, and worship Thee, and thank Thee day and night, for Thy great
glory?
If we could but remember that, there would be no fear of our being
ungodly, irreligious, undevout. We look too often, day after day, month
after month, on the world around us just as the dumb beasts do, as a
place out of which we can get something to eat, and forget that it is
also a place out of which we can get, daily and hourly, something to
admire, to adore, to worship, even the thought of God's wisdom, God's
power, God's goodness, God's glory.
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