“Have mercy upon me, O God.” — Psalm 51:1
When Dr. Carey was suffering from a dangerous illness, the enquiry was
made, “If this sickness should prove fatal, what passage would you select
as the text for your funeral sermon?” He replied, “Oh, I feel that such a
poor sinful creature is unworthy to have anything said about him; but if a
funeral sermon must be preached, let it be from the words, ‘Have mercy
upon me, O God, according to Thy lovingkindness; according unto the
multitude of Thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions.’” In the same
spirit of humility he directed in his will that the following inscription and
nothing more should be cut on his gravestone: —
WILLIAM CAREY, BORN AUGUST 17th, 1761: DIED —
“A wretched, poor, and helpless worm
On Thy kind arms I fall.”
Only on the footing of free grace can the most experienced and most
honoured of the saints approach their God. The best of men are conscious
above all others that they are men at the best. Empty boats float high, but
heavily laden vessels are low in the water; mere professors can boast, but
true children of God cry for mercy upon their unprofitableness. We have
need that the Lord should have mercy upon our good works, our prayers,
our preachings, our alms-givings, and our holiest things. The blood was not
only sprinkled upon the doorposts of Israel’s dwelling houses, but upon
the sanctuary, the mercy-seat, and the altar, because as sin intrudes into
our holiest things, the blood of Jesus is needed to purify them from
defilement. If mercy be needed to be exercised towards our duties, what
shall be said of our sins? How sweet the remembrance that inexhaustible
mercy is waiting to be gracious to us, to restore our backslidings, and make
our broken bones rejoice!
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