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Daily Light's Evening Reading

[The woman's seed] shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt bruise his heel.GEN. 3:15.

His visage was so marred more than any man, and his form more than the sons of men.—He was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.

This is your hour, and the power of darkness.—Thou couldest have no power at all against me, except it were given thee from above.

The Son of God was manifested, that he might destroy the works of the devil.—He cast out many devils; and suffered not the devils to speak, because they knew him.

All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth.—In my name shall they cast out devils.

The God of peace shall bruise Satan under your feet shortly.

Isa. 52:14. -Isa. 53:5.Luke 22:53. -John 19:11.I John 3:8. -Mark 1:34.Matt. 28:18. -Mark 16:17.Rom. 16:20.

Spurgeon's Evening Reading

“Beginning to sink, he cried, saying, Lord, save me.”

Matthew 14:30

Sinking times are praying times with the Lord’s servants. Peter neglected prayer at starting upon his venturous journey, but when he began to sink his danger made him a suppliant, and his cry though late was not too late. In our hours of bodily pain and mental anguish, we find ourselves as naturally driven to prayer as the wreck is driven upon the shore by the waves. The fox hies to its hole for protection; the bird flies to the wood for shelter; and even so the tried believer hastens to the mercy seat for safety. Heaven’s great harbour of refuge is All-prayer; thousands of weather-beaten vessels have found a haven there, and the moment a storm comes on, it is wise for us to make for it with all sail.

Short prayers are long enough. There were but three words in the petition which Peter gasped out, but they were sufficient for his purpose. Not length but strength is desirable. A sense of need is a mighty teacher of brevity. If our prayers had less of the tail feathers of pride and more wing they would be all the better. Verbiage is to devotion as chaff to the wheat. Precious things lie in small compass, and all that is real prayer in many a long address might have been uttered in a petition as short as that of Peter.

Our extremities are the Lord’s opportunities. Immediately a keen sense of danger forces an anxious cry from us the ear of Jesus hears, and with him ear and heart go together, and the hand does not long linger. At the last moment we appeal to our Master, but his swift hand makes up for our delays by instant and effectual action. Are we nearly engulfed by the boisterous waters of affliction? Let us then lift up our souls unto our Saviour, and we may rest assured that he will not suffer us to perish. When we can do nothing Jesus can do all things; let us enlist his powerful aid upon our side, and all will be well.

Old Testament Chapter a Day - Job 7

Job 7

7. Job Speaks

Job: My Suffering Is without End


“Do not human beings have a hard service on earth,

and are not their days like the days of a laborer?


Like a slave who longs for the shadow,

and like laborers who look for their wages,


so I am allotted months of emptiness,

and nights of misery are apportioned to me.


When I lie down I say, ‘When shall I rise?’

But the night is long,

and I am full of tossing until dawn.


My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt;

my skin hardens, then breaks out again.


My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,

and come to their end without hope.



“Remember that my life is a breath;

my eye will never again see good.


The eye that beholds me will see me no more;

while your eyes are upon me, I shall be gone.


As the cloud fades and vanishes,

so those who go down to Sheol do not come up;


they return no more to their houses,

nor do their places know them any more.



“Therefore I will not restrain my mouth;

I will speak in the anguish of my spirit;

I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.


Am I the Sea, or the Dragon,

that you set a guard over me?


When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me,

my couch will ease my complaint,’


then you scare me with dreams

and terrify me with visions,


so that I would choose strangling

and death rather than this body.


I loathe my life; I would not live forever.

Let me alone, for my days are a breath.


What are human beings, that you make so much of them,

that you set your mind on them,


visit them every morning,

test them every moment?


Will you not look away from me for a while,

let me alone until I swallow my spittle?


If I sin, what do I do to you, you watcher of humanity?

Why have you made me your target?

Why have I become a burden to you?


Why do you not pardon my transgression

and take away my iniquity?

For now I shall lie in the earth;

you will seek me, but I shall not be.”


Psalm a Day - Psalm 150

Psalm 150

150. Psalm 150

Psalm 150

Praise for God’s Surpassing Greatness


Praise the Lord!

Praise God in his sanctuary;

praise him in his mighty firmament!


Praise him for his mighty deeds;

praise him according to his surpassing greatness!



Praise him with trumpet sound;

praise him with lute and harp!


Praise him with tambourine and dance;

praise him with strings and pipe!


Praise him with clanging cymbals;

praise him with loud clashing cymbals!


Let everything that breathes praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord!

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