“O, let my hands forget their skill,
My tongue be silent, cold, and still,
This bounding heart forget to beat,
If I forget the mercy-seat!”
Spurgeon often quoted poems in his sermons. Sometimes without referencing the author. I’m not a Spurgeon expert – but this might mean that he wrote them.
Regardless, isn’t this a sweet thought about the mercy seat? What a privilege we have in Christ to approach the very face of God and make our requests known. Spurgeon says we are never more like Christ than when we are praying for other’s needs and not our own.