April 7My God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus — Phil. 4:19.
If you have no burning zeal to preach the good tidings of great joy, pray earnestly and faithfully and persistently for it, and strive for it, and you will soon have it. If you have a zeal and love for the Gospel, and lack ability to present it, pray for the ability, while you make full use of what you have. If you have the zeal and ability, and lack an opportunity, take it to the Lord in prayer as soon as you can, telling Him that you are faithfully using all the opportunities you have. Then watch for more opportunities, without slackening your hand to use the very humblest and smallest within your reach—Z '96, 163 (R 2004). All Christians need wisdom, justice, love and power, which God has pledged Himself to develop in the faithful. Jehovah has in His unfathomable resources of Wisdom, Justice, Love and Power a plentitude of riches to supply all their needs. Generously indeed does He supply these to all who ask for them in and through His Son, whom He has made unto us Wisdom, Righteousness, Sanctification and Deliverance—P '27, 55. Parallel passages: Psa. 23; 34:7-10; 50:10; 65:9-13; Prov. 8:21; Isa. 25:4; Mal. 3:10; Matt. 6:26-33; Rom. 8:28; 2 Cor. 9:8, 9; Heb. 13:5, 6; 1 Pet. 5:7; Eph. 1:7; 3:16. Hymns: 67, 110, 63, 119, 121, 293, 301. Poems of Dawn, 210: Take Heart. Tower Reading: Z '14, 230 (R 5508). Questions: Has God this week supplied my need? Under what circumstances? How did it affect me? |
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TAKE HEART
LET me take heart! The present scene shall soon
be o'er;
The clustering clouds shall hide the sun at noon no
more.
The tears now dropping from mine eyes shall be forgot;
And joys, undimmed by sin and misery, my lot.
The storm now sweeping through the troubled sky
be past;
The longed-for morning without clouds arise at last.
The hindmost shadow soon shall utterly depart;
Then let me watch and wait, and hopefully take heart.
LET me take heart! The present scene shall soon
be o'er;
The clustering clouds shall hide the sun at noon no
more.
The tears now dropping from mine eyes shall be forgot;
And joys, undimmed by sin and misery, my lot.
The storm now sweeping through the troubled sky
be past;
The longed-for morning without clouds arise at last.
The hindmost shadow soon shall utterly depart;
Then let me watch and wait, and hopefully take heart.