O how love I thy law! it is my meditation all the day—Psa. 119:97. 

It is a great privilege for Christians to study the Lord's Word, yet a great deal of study is done to no purpose. Study which is not put into practice is worse than a waste of time. Every reasonable opportunity should be used by the Lord's people to obtain a knowledge of the Divine Plan—even to the extent of sacrificing; but the child of the Lord will be particular to see that it is his own conveniences and comforts that he is sacrificing, and not chiefly the conveniences and comforts of others. The Bible study which is done merely at the expense of others is a sign of selfishness rather than of a rich indwelling of God's spirit of love—Z '99, 156 (R 2488). 

God's Word is the most precious heritage of the Christian. Its doctrines, precepts, promises, exhortations, prophecies, histories and types are worthy of, and awaken his love. No themes are so delightful and absorbing for the meditating Christian as those of the Bible. Nor will any yield a richer blessing to those whose meditation on them is followed by a life conforming thereto, because these are spirit and life—P '32, 198. 

Parallel passages: Job 23:12; Psa. 1:2; 19:7-11; 40:8; 119:16, 20, 24, 35, 47, 48, 54, 70, 77, 92, 103, 111, 113, 119, 127, 131, 140, 143, 159, 162-167, 174; Jer. 15:16; Luke 4:22; 11:28; Acts 17:11; Rom. 15:4; Col. 3:16; 2 Tim. 2:15; 3:15-17. 

Hymns: 22, 49, 79, 238, 296, 311, 315. 

Poems of Dawn, 6: The Word of Truth. 

Tower Reading: Z '02, 265 (R 3070). 

Questions: Have I this week delighted in and meditated on the Word? How? Why? With what results? 


THE Word of Truth is like a stained-glass window rare, 

We stand outside and gaze, but see no beauty there, 

No fair design, naught but confusion we behold; 

'Tis only from within the glory will unfold, 

And he who would drink in the rapture of the view 

Must climb the winding stair, the portal enter through. 

The sacred door of Truth's cathedral is most low, 

And all who fain would enter there the knee must bow 

In deep humility. But once inside, the light 

of day streams through and makes each color heavenly bright, 

The Master's great design we see, our hands we raise 

In reverent ecstasy of wonder, love and praise! 


THERE IS NOTHING more necessary to the peace and prosperity of the Church of God than that its members should have a clear understanding and appreciation of moral principles, with a full determination to be controlled by them. Even among Christians there are often differences of opinion, with reference to principles of action, which greatly interfere with spiritual growth and prosperity. Such difficulties most frequently arise through a failure to rightly distinguish between the relative claims of love and justice. Therefore we deem it profitable briefly to consider these principles and their operation among the children of God. 

Justice is sometimes represented by a pair of evenly poised balances, and sometimes by the square and compass, both of which are fitting emblems of its character. Justice knows no compromise and no deviation from its fixed rule of action. It is mathematically precise. It gives nothing over for "good weight" or "good measure:" there is no grace in it, no heart, no love, no sympathy, no favor of any kind. It is the cold, calculating, exact measure of truth and righteousness. When justice is done, there is no thanks due to the one who metes it out: such a one has only done a duty, the neglect of which would have been culpable, and the doing of which merits no favor or praise. And yet, cold, firm and relentless as this principle is, it is declared to be the very foundation of God's throne. It is the principle which underlies all his dealings with all his creatures: it is his unchangeable business principle. And how firmly he adheres to it is manifest to every one acquainted with the plan of salvation, the first step of which was to satisfy the claims of justice against our race. Though it cost the life of his only begotten and well beloved Son to do this, so important was this principle that he freely gave him up for us all—to satisfy its legal claims against us. 

The principle of love, unlike that of justice, overflows with tenderness and longs to bless. It is full of grace, and delights in the bestowment of favor. It is manifest, however, that no action can be regarded as a favor or a manifestation of love, which has not underneath it the substantial foundation of justice. Thus, for instance, if one comes to you with a gift, and at the same time disregards a just debt to you, the gift falls far short of appreciation as an expression of love; and you say, We should be just before we attempt to be generous. 

And this is right: if justice is the foundation principle in all of God's dealings, it should be in ours also; and none the less so among brethren in Christ than among those of the world. As brethren in Christ, we have no right to presume upon the favor of one another. All that we have a right to claim from one another is simple justice—justice in the payment of our honest debts to each other, justice in our judgment one of another (which must make due allowance for frailties, etc., because we realize in ourselves some measure of similar imperfection), and justice in fair and friendly treatment one of another. This is all we have any right to claim; and we must also bear in mind that while we have a right to claim this for ourselves from others, we are just as fully obligated to render the same to them.

But while we may claim justice—though there is no obligation to demand it for ourselves, and we may if we choose even suffer injustice uncomplainingly—we must, if we are Christ's, render it. In other words, we are not responsible for the actions of others in these respects, but we are responsible for our own. And, therefore, we must see to it that all our actions are squared by the exact rule of justice, before we ever present a single act as an expression of love. 

The principle of love is not an exact principle to be measured and weighed like that of justice. It is three-fold in its character, being pitiful, sympathetic or reverential, according to the object upon which it is centered. The love of pity is the lowest form of love: it takes cognizance of even the vile and degraded, and is active in measures of relief. The love of sympathy rises higher, and proffers fellowship. But the love of reverence rises above all these, and delights in the contemplation of the good, the pure and the beautiful. In this latter sense we may indeed love God supremely, as the personification of all that is truly worthy of admiration and reverence, and our fellow men in proportion as they bear his likeness. 

Although we owe to every man the duty of love in some one of these senses, we may not demand it one of another, as we may the principle of justice; for love is the overflow of justice. Justice fills the measure full, but love shakes it, presses it down, heaps it up and overflows justice. It is therefore something not to be demanded, nor its lack to be complained of, but to be gratefully appreciated as a favor and to be generously reciprocated. Every one who craves it at all should crave it in its highest sense—the sense of admiration and reverence. But this sort of love is the most costly, and the only way to secure it is to manifest that nobility of character which calls it forth from others who are truly noble. 

The love of sympathy and fellowship is also very precious; but, if it come merely in response to a demand, it comes robbed of its choicest aroma: therefore never demand it, but rather by manifestation of it toward others court its reciprocation. 

The love of pity is not called out by the nobility of the subject, but rather by the nobility of the bestower, who is so full of the principle of love that it overflows in its generous impulses toward even the unworthy. All of the objects of pity are not, however, unworthy of love in the higher senses; and some such often draw upon our love in all the senses. 

To demand love's overflow of blessing—which is beyond the claims of justice—is only an exhibition of covetousness. We may act on this principle of love ourselves, but we may not claim it from others. The reverse of this exhibits a manifest lack of love and a considerable measure of selfishness. 

Thus, for instance, two of the Lord's children were once rooming together and, through a failure to rightly consider the relative claims of love and justice, one presumed upon the brotherly love of the other to the extent of expecting him to pay the entire rent; and when the other urged the claims of justice, he pushed the claim of brotherly love, and the former reluctantly yielded to it, not knowing how to refute the claim, yet feeling that somehow some Christians had less principle than many worldly people. How strange that any of God's children should take so narrow and one-sided a view! Cannot all see that love and justice should work both ways and that it is the business of each not to oversee others in these respects, but to look well to his own course, and, if he would teach others, let it be rather by example than by precept? 

Let us beware of a disposition to covetousness, and let each remember that he is steward over his own goods, and not over his neighbor's, and that each is accountable to the Lord, and not to his brother, for the right use of that which the Master has entrusted to him. There is nothing much more unlovely and unbecoming to the children of God than a disposition to petty criticism of the individual affairs of one another. It is a business too small for the saints, and manifests a sad lack of that brotherly love which should be specially manifest in broad and generous consideration, which would rather cover a multitude of sins than magnify one. 

May love and justice find their proper and relative places in the hearts of all of God's people, that so the enemy may have no occasion to glory! The Psalmist says, "Oh, how love I thy law [the law of love, whose foundation is justice]! it is my meditation all the day." (Psa. 119:97.) Surely, if it were the constant meditation of all, there would be fewer and less glaring mistakes than we often see. Let us watch and be sober, that the enemy may not gain an advantage over us. 


—Phil. 3:8-10.— 

"Lord, let me talk with Thee of all I do, 

All that I care for, all I wish for, too. 

Lord, let me prove Thy sympathy, Thy power, 

Thy loving oversight from hour to hour! 

When I need counsel, let me ask of Thee: 

Whatever my perplexity may be, 

It cannot be too trivial to bring, 

To one who marks the sparrow's drooping wing. 

Nor too terrestrial since Thou hast said 

The very hairs are numbered on our head. 

'Tis through such loop-holes that the foe takes aim, 

And sparks unheeded, burst into a flame. 

Do money troubles press? Thou canst resolve 

The doubts and dangers such concerns involve. 

Are those I love the cause of anxious care? 

Thou canst unbind the burdens they may bear. 

Before the mysteries of Thy Word or will, 

Thy voice can gently bid my heart be still, 

Since all that now is hard to understand 

Shall be unraveled in yon heavenly land. 

Or do I mourn the oft-besetting sin, 

The tempter's wiles, that mar the peace within? 

Present Thyself, Lord, as the absolving priest, 

To whom confessing, I go forth released. 

Do weakness, weariness, disease, invade 

This earthly house, which Thou, Thyself, hast made? 

Thou, only, Lord, canst touch the hidden spring 

Of mischief, and attune the jarring string. 

Would I be taught what Thou wouldst have me give, 

The needs of those less favored to relieve? 

Thou canst so guide my hand that I shall be 

A liberal 'cheerful giver,' Lord like Thee. 

Of my life's mission do I stand in doubt? 

Thou knowest and canst clearly point it out. 

Whither I go, do Thou Thyself decide 

And choose the friends and servants at my side. 

The books I read, I would submit to Thee, 

Let them refresh, instruct and solace me. 

I would converse with Thee from day to day 

With heart intent on what Thou hast to say; 

And through my pilgrim walk, what e'er befall, 

Consult with Thee, O Lord, about it all. 

Since Thou art willing thus to condescend 

To be my intimate, familiar friend, 

Oh, let me to the great occasion rise, 

And count Thy friendship life's most glorious prize!"