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Day 5 - Thursday | Daily Devotions | Morning and Evening: Daily Reading: Connect the Testaments | My Utmost for His Highest | Thoughts for the Quiet Hour |

  Morning, May 1 Go To Evening Reading “His cheeks are like a bed of spices, sweet flowers.” —Song of Solomon 5:13 Lo, the flowery month comes! March winds and April showers have done their work, and the earth is all bedecked with beauty. Come, my soul, put on thine holiday attire and gather garlands of heavenly thoughts. Thou knowest whither to betake thyself, for to thee “the beds of spices” are well known, and thou hast so often smelt the perfume of “the sweet flowers,” that thou wilt go at once to thy well-beloved and find all loveliness, all joy in him. That cheek once so rudely smitten with a rod, oft bedewed with tears of sympathy and then defiled with spittle—that cheek as it smiles with mercy is as fragrant aromatic to my heart. Thou didst not hide thy face from shame and spitting, O Lord Jesus, and therefore I will find my dearest delight in praising thee. Those cheeks were furrowed by the plough of grief, and crimsoned with red lines of blood from thy thorn-crowne...

Day 7 - Sabbath - Saturday | Daily Devotions | Morning and Evening: Daily Reading: Connect the Testaments | My Utmost for His Highest | Thoughts for the Quiet Hour |

Morning, April 26 Go To Evening Reading “This do in remembrance of me.” —1 Corinthians 11:24 It seems then, that Christians may forget Christ! There could be no need for this loving exhortation, if there were not a fearful supposition that our memories might prove treacherous. Nor is this a bare supposition: it is, alas! too well confirmed in our experience, not as a possibility, but as a lamentable fact. It appears almost impossible that those who have been redeemed by the blood of the dying Lamb, and loved with an everlasting love by the eternal Son of God, should forget that gracious Saviour; but, if startling to the ear, it is, alas! too apparent to the eye to allow us to deny the crime. Forget him who never forgot us! Forget him who poured his blood forth for our sins! Forget him who loved us even to the death! Can it be possible? Yes, it is not only possible, but conscience confesses that it is too sadly a fault with all of us, that we suffer him to be as a wayfaring man tarryi...