A collection of scriptures with appropriate quotations for every day in the year.

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

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!