[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":4},["ShallowReactive",2],{"reading-0913":3},"SEPTEMBER 13\r\nCome up in the morning... and present thyself unto me in the top of the mount (Exod. 34:2).\r\nThe morning is the time fixed for my meeting the Lord. The very\r\nword morning is as a cluster of rich grapes. Let us crush them, and   drink the sacred wine. In the morning! Then God means me to be at\r\n\r\nmy best in strength and hope. I have not to climb in my weakness. In the night I have buried yesterday's fatigue, and in the morning    take a new lease of energy. Blessed is the day whose morning is   sanctified! Successful is the day whose first victory was won in\r\nprayer! Holy is the day whose dawn finds thee on the top of the mount!\r\nMy Father, I am coming. Nothing on the mean plain shall keep me\r\naway from the holy heights. At Thy bidding I come, so Thou wilt meet me. Morning on the mount! It will make me strong and\r\nglad all the rest of the day so well begun. --Joseph Parker.\r\nStill, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh, When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee;\r\nFairer than morning, lovelier than daylight,\r\nDawns the sweet consciousness, I am with Thee.\r\nAlone with Thee, amid the mystic shadows, The solemn hush of nature newly born;\r\nAlone with Thee in breathless adoration,\r\nIn the calm dew and freshness of the morn.\r\nAs in the dawning o'er the waveless ocean, The image of the morning-star doth rest,\r\nSo in this stillness, Thou beholdest only Thine image in the waters of my breast.\r\nWhen sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber, Its closing eyes look up to Thee in prayer;\r\nSweet the repose, beneath Thy wings o'er shadowing,\r\nBut sweeter still to wake and find Thee there. --Harriet Beecher Stowe.\r\nMy mother's habit was every day, immediately after breakfast, to withdraw for an hour to her own room, and to spend that hour in  reading the Bible, in meditation and prayer. From that hour, as\r\nfrom a pure fountain, she drew the strength and sweetness which enabled her to fulfill all her duties, and to remain unruffled by\r\nthe worries and pettinesses which are so often the trial of narrow neighborhoods. As I think of her life, and all it had to bear, I\r\nsee the absolute triumph of Christian grace in the lovely ideal of a Christian lady. I never saw her temper disturbed; I never hear\r\nher speak one word of anger, of calumny, or of idle gossip; I never\r\nobserved in her any sign of a single sentiment unbecoming to a soul which had drunk of the river of the water of life, and which had\r\nfed upon manna in the barren wilderness. --Farrar.\r\nGive God the blossom of the day. Do not put Him off with faded leaves.",1783499793850]