sured. I move by rule." "I revolve," says every wheel in the
heaven, "I roll round by regular law." "Measure" always means
"beginning." That which is measured must have begun. Beginning always
suggests the possibility of end. That which once was not hereafter may
not be. Nature fails to fill the mind of man in any one of the three
directions--the past, the future, the outward and the infinite. It
cannot fill up this thought of ours that claims an eternity before, an
eternity coming, an infinity on every side; and we feel nature is like
ourselves--a servant, a creature, a machine, an organ, and every part of
it proclaims a mind that lived before it.

Then will all things fail? all decay? No--"Thy years shall not fail."
We turn to Him that made the law whereby the blade of grass grows, that
whereby the sun statedly comes to it, that whereby the animal feeds upon
it, that whereby the man lives upon the animal, and that whereby the
human mind reigns over the animal, cultivates the grass and makes use of
the light. We come to that great Being whom all these things indicate
and proclaim. In Him we find no external law or force compelling Him.
At his footstool all say "We serve," and to all He says either "Be" or
"Do" or "Do not." We find in Him no internal decay. Years come, ages
come, worlds arise and worlds pass away, but "Thou art the same"--the
same in strength, the same in youth, the same in beauty, the same in
glory, the same in wisdom. Never old, only "ancient of days." "Over
all, God blessed for ever. Amen."

The years of his divine existence shall never fail, the years of his
redeeming reign shall never fail. As I said, this Scripture is quoted
from the hundred and second Psalm. If you turn to it you will find in it
a contrast between man's perishing life and the eternal lifetime of the
Lord; and especially the glorious lifetime of his Messiah and Messiah's
kingdom. "My days are like a shadow that declineth, I am withered like
grass." The Bible makes everything preach--it makes the sparrow preach
and the bush preach, and the grass and the lily. It makes even the very
shadows preach--"My days are like a shadow that declineth." Perhaps
sometime in the morning you have stood and seen the great tree lying on
the east of the hill, throwing its shadow broad and thick over the
hill-side as if it really was a substance. But as the sun went up in the
sky that shadow gradually shrank down until it totall