Thou crowns the year with thy goodness.”

All the year round, every hour of every day, God is richly blessing us; both when they sleep and when they wake his mercy waits on us. The sun may leave us a legacy of darkness, but our God seldom ceases to shine on his children with beams of affection. Like a river, his loving-kindness is always flowing, with fullness inexhaustible as his own nature. Like the atmosphere which constantly surrounds the earth, and is always prepared to support the life of man, the benevolence of God surrounds all his creatures; in it, as in their element, they live, and move, and have their being. Yet as the sun on summer days gladdens us with beams more warm and bright than at other times, and as rivers are at definite seasons swollen by the rain, and as the atmosphere itself is sometimes fraught with more fresh, more bracing, or more balmy influences than heretofore, so is it with the mercy of God; it hath its golden hours; its days of overflow, when the Lord magnified his grace before the sons of men. Amongst the blessings of the nether springs, the joyful days of harvest are a special season of excessive favor. It is the glory of autumn that the ripe gifts of providence are then abundantly bestowed; it is the mellow season of realization, whereas all before was but hope and expectation. Great is the enjoyment of harvest. Happy are the reapers who fill their arms with the liberality of heaven. The Psalmist tells us that the harvest is the crowning of the year. Surely these crowning mercies demand crowning thanksgiving! Let us render it by the inward emotions of gratitude. Let our hearts be warmed; let our spirits keep in mind, meditate, and think on this goodness of the Lord. Then let us praise him with our lips, and laud and magnify his name from whose bounty all this goodness flows. Let us glorify God by yielding our gifts to his cause. A practical proof of our gratitude is a special thank-offering to the Lord of the harvest.