We must sorrowfully lament our hearts, how they wander. If you give us a blessing we begin to idolize it. How often do we set our hearts upon children, upon some beloved object, or upon wealth, or upon honor. Somehow or other, this spiritual adultery too often comes upon us, and the chastity of our hearts towards our God is violated. Be pleased to forgive us in this thing also.
“Take this poor heart and let it be, For ever closed to all but Thee”—a spring shut up, a fountain sealed. Let the whole heart be Christ’s alone, and never stray again.