Meditate a little on this mercy of the Lord!

It is tender mercy. With gentle, loving touch, he heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. He is as gracious in how he shows mercy as he is in the mercy itself.

It is great mercy. There is nothing small about God—his mercy is like himself: infinite. You cannot measure it. His mercy is so great that it forgives great sins to great sinners, after great lengths of time, and then gives great favors and great privileges, and raises us up to great enjoyments in the great heaven of the great God!

It is undeserved mercy. All true mercy must be, for deserved mercy is only a misnomer for justice. The sinner had no right to the kind consideration of the Most High. Had the rebel been doomed at once to eternal fire, he would have richly merited the doom. And if delivered from wrath? Sovereign love alone has found a cause, for there was none in the sinner himself.

It is rich mercy. Some things are great but have little efficacy in them. Not this! This mercy is a cordial to your drooping spirits; a golden ointment to your bleeding wounds; a heavenly bandage to your broken bones; a royal chariot for your weary feet; a bosom of love for your trembling heart.

It is manifold mercy. As Bunyan says, "All the flowers in God's garden are double." There is no single mercy. You may think you have but one mercy, but you shall find it to be a whole cluster of mercies.

It is abounding mercy. Millions have received it, yet far from being exhausted, it is as fresh, as full, and as free as ever.

It is unfailing mercy. It will never leave you. If mercy be your friend, mercy will be with you in temptation to keep you from yielding; with you in trouble to prevent you from sinking; with you living to be the light and life of your countenance; and with you dying to be the joy of your soul when earthly comfort is ebbing fast.