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December 31 Which hope we have as an anchor to the soul Heb. 6:19 Anchor to the throne of God, and then shorten the rope! Selected  Hardman, Samuel G., and Dwight Lyman Moody. Thoughts for the Quiet Hour . Willow Grove, PA: Woodlawn Electronic Publishing, 1997. Print.
December 30 Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord Gen. 6:8 Noah found grace in the same way that Paul obtained mercy (1 Tim. 1:16), namely, by mercy’s taking hold of him. Selected  Hardman, Samuel G., and Dwight Lyman Moody. Thoughts for the Quiet Hour . Willow Grove, PA: Woodlawn Electronic Publishing, 1997. Print.

Hardman, Samuel G., and Dwight Lyman Moody. Thoughts for the Quiet Hour.

January 23   Under his shadow         Song of Sol. 2:3 I seem to see four pictures suggested by that: under the shadow of a rock in a weary plain; under the shadow of a tree; closer still, under the shadow of His wing; nearest and closest, in the shadow of His hand. Surely that hand must be the pierced hand, that may oftentimes press us sorely, and yet evermore encircling, upholding and shadowing! Frances Ridley Havergal Hardman, Samuel G., and Dwight Lyman Moody. Thoughts for the Quiet Hour. Willow Grove, PA: Woodlawn Electronic Publishing, 1997. Print.

Hardman, Samuel G., and Dwight Lyman Moody. Thoughts for the Quiet Hour

January 22   There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God         Heb. 4:9 How sweet the music of this first heavenly chime floating across the waters of death from the towers of the New Jerusalem . Pilgrim, faint under thy long and arduous pilgrimage, hear it! It is REST . Soldier, carrying still upon thee blood and dust of battle, hear it! It is REST . Voyager, tossed on the waves of sin and sorrow, driven hither and thither on the world’s heaving ocean of vicissitude, hear it! The haven is in sight; the very waves that are breaking on thee seem to murmur, So He giveth His beloved REST . It is the long drawn sigh of existence at last answered. The toil and travail of earth’s protracted week is at an end. The calm of its unbroken Sabbath is begun. Man, weary man, has found at last the long-sought-for rest in the bosom of his God ! Macduff Hardman, Samuel G., and Dwight Lyman Moody. Thoughts for the Quiet Hour . Willow Grove, PA: W...

Hardman, Samuel G., and Dwight Lyman Moody. Thoughts for the Quiet Hour.

January 21   Show me thy ways, O Lord; teach me thy paths         Ps. 25:4 There is a path in which every child of God is to walk, and in which alone God can accompany him. Denham Smith Hardman, Samuel G., and Dwight Lyman Moody. Thoughts for the Quiet Hour. Willow Grove, PA: Woodlawn Electronic Publishing, 1997. Print.

Hardman, Samuel G., and Dwight Lyman Moody. Thoughts for the Quiet Hour

January 20   My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O Lord ; in the morning will I direct My prayer unto thee , and will look up         Ps. 5:3 The morning is the gate of the day, and should be well guarded with prayer. It is one end of the thread on which the day’s actions are strung, and should be well knotted with devotion. If we felt more the majesty of life we should be more careful of its mornings. He who rushes from his bed to his business and waiteth not to worship is as foolish as though he had not put on his clothes, or cleansed his face, and as unwise as though he dashed into battle without arms or armor. Be it ours to bathe in the softly flowing river of communion with God , before the heat of the wilderness and the burden of the way begin to oppress us. Spurgeon Hardman, Samuel G., and Dwight Lyman Moody. Thoughts for the Quiet Hour . Willow Grove, PA: Woodlawn Electronic Publishing, 1997. Print.

Hardman, Samuel G., and Dwight Lyman Moody. Thoughts for the Quiet Hour

January 19   Thou shalt make holy garments for Aaron         Exod. 28:2 Have we no garments of blue , and purple , and beautiful suggestiveness? We have garments of praise; we are clothed with the Lord Jesus . And have we no ornaments? The ornament of a meek and quiet spirit is, in the sight of God , of great price. And have we no golden bells ? We have the golden bells of holy actions. Our words are bells, our actions are bells, our purposes are bells. Wherever we move, our motion is thus understood to be a motion towards holy places, holy deeds, holy character. Joseph Parker Hardman, Samuel G., and Dwight Lyman Moody. Thoughts for the Quiet Hour . Willow Grove, PA: Woodlawn Electronic Publishing, 1997. Print.