Gratitude, Exhortation to – Charles Spurgeon

WHY pine you, you saints? Why mourn you, and lie upon your dunghills until the dogs of Hell lick your sores? Come, wrap you yourselves in your scarlet and fine linen, you heirs of Heaven! Live according to your portion, fare according to the banquet. All things are yours, let those harps be taken from the willows, and let that sackcloth and ashes be laid aside. Put on the beautiful apparel of gratitude, and sing the song of thankfulness unto the Shepherd who has promised that you shall not want, and whose all-sufficiency will fill your heart, until like a cup it runs over.