^^«^ OF PmCETo^ ^LOGICM S£>*\^ ,\ m5o -^ ^,./J^i^ / ^/^^.^ ■/^^•' - ^ x^:'. ^ THE WOKKS OF THE REV. JOHN R. MACDUFF, D.D. 1. Morning and Night Watches. i6mo, 2. The Footsteps of St. Paul. i2mo, lUus trated, 3. The Words of Jesus. i6mo, 4. The Mind of Jesus. i6mo, . 5. The Words and Mind of Jesus, in l vol. 6. Family Prayers. i6mo, .... 7. Woodcutter of Lebanon and Exiles of Lucerna. 8. The Great Journey : An Allegory, 9. Little Child's Book of Divinity. • 10. Evening Incense. i6mo, 11. Faithful Promiser and Altar Stones 12. Memories of Bethany. i6mo, . 13. Memories of Gennesaret. i2mo, 14. The Bow in the Cloud, and the First Bereavement. i6mo, .... 15. The Story of Bethlehem. 12 plates, . ^6. The Hart and the Water-Brooks. • 60 1 00 40 40 60 75 50 30 25 40 25 60 1 00 40 60 60 " The portion of God'S Word that is specially precious to me, more so than I am able to express, is Tsalm forty-second."— BLarri>-otox Evaxs' Life, p. 399. " "What a precious, soul-comforting Psalm is that forty -second !"— Life ok Capt. Hammo.vp, p. 280, THE HART AOT) THE WATER-BROOKS; A PEACTICAL EXPOSITION OF THE FORTY-SEOOM) PSALM. BY THE^ KEY. JOHN R. MACDUFF, D.D-, AUTHOK OF "MOEXING AND NIGHT WATCHZS,"' "MEMORIES OF GENXESABET,' '•W0ED8 OF JESCS," "THE FOOTSTEPS OF ST. PAUL," ETC., ETC. NEW YORK: BOBERT CARTER AND BROTHERS No. 530 Broadway. 1860. THE FOETY-SECOND PSALM, IT To the Chief Musician, Maschil, for the Sons of Korak. 1 li0 t\)t fcart pantctft after tfee tijatcc-trooft^,— ?o pantctb mp ?out after tbce, <0 45oti. 2 .Jillj? sout tbirstetlE) for ^ob, for tfte Ki\jin0 ^ob ;— tobcn ?&aa 31 come anD appear liefoue 'iSoO? 3 jTvln tears Jbalie fceen mio meat Dap aiib nigbt, iDf)!te tftep contimian? ?ap unto me, Habere is' tlf)? ^oO? 4 ilT'&enS; rem.mibir tfeeee things, 31 pour outm? soul in me: jfor % ftab ooiic tnitj) tfje muttitube, 31 ttient toitb tbem to tl^e tjouae of >irob, i^itb t\)t noice of fop anb praise,— toiti) a multitube t^jat feept f)Otp bap. 6 MD6p art tfiou cast boton,<© mp ?oul?— anb totp art t&ou bi^- quicteb in me ? I^ope tf)Oit ni 45ob : for 31 jf&aH pet praise t>im .4foc tlje Jbelp of W countenance [or, ^is' presence \i j^altation]. 6 <© mp ^ob, mp soul i^ ca^t bottn toit&in me : (Srfjerefore ujiH 31 rememlier tt)ee from t&e lanb of 3Jorban, anb of t!;e ^ermonites, i^rom tbe feiU Mm^. 7 ^Dcep caHetb unto beep at t^je nois"e of t!)p toater-spouti^; •?[{{ tbp ttjalies anb tftp Witm^ are gone ovier me. 8 Jilt t&e liorb toifl commanb fjis to\5iiig-ftinbness i« tl^e bap-time, ?tub m tl;e niobt t)i^' song sfjaU iie toirb me, 3tnb mp praper unto tbe -iBob of mp life. 9 % uji(( sap unto ^ob mp rocfe, H^tp Ijast tt)Ou forgotten me ? Jli5b«i go 3' mouining because of tfte oppression of tt)c enemp? 10 X"^ taitf) a i5\Morb in mp Iionej^, mine enemies reproaci) me; WUU tlieji j^ai? tJaiTo unto me, iDbciT is ;f}:i ^ob ? 11 ill^fe? art tfiou cast tioton, <0 mo soun — anti 'oil)^ art thou bi^- quii'tcb ujirljin me ? ^ope tboii m ^od: for 3! sfcaH pet praise bim, ilDbo ij^ t&e tiealtb of mp countenance, anD m? 45ob.* * The title of the Psalm (7''^ti^Q Maschil — instruction,) is the same as that of other twelve. Some have referred the word merely to the music — indicating the tune to which the Psalms were set, — demanding of the sons of Korah, and " the chief musician," (the conductors of temple- song,) some melody specially adapted to the sentiments they contain. Others, with greater probability, take it as indicative of their design; — that while expressive of personal feeling and experience, they were intended for the " instruction " and comfort of the Church in all ages. Hence the term given to them of didactic. Though his name is not mentioned, there is little doubt that David, and not the sons of Korah, as some have supposed, was the author of this Psalm. The reader is referred to Hengstenhcrg for a statement of the internal grounds, in the Psalm itself, to favour this conclusion. " To me," says Calvin, " it appears more probable that the sons of Korah are here mentioned because this Psalm was committed as a precious trea- sure to be preserved by them ; — as we know that out of the number of the singers some were chosen and appointed to be keepers of the Psalms. That there is no mention made of David's name, does not in itself involve any difficulty, since we see the sa- 'j omission in other Psalms, of which there is, notwithstanding, the suongest grounds for conclud- ing that he was author." According to an arbitrary division by the Jews of their Psalter into five parts, supposed to have been made by Ezra after the return from Babylon, the Forty-second Psalm forms the commencement of the second book. Regarding its structure, we may remark, that it is divided into tv, o portions or stro;phes, each of these closing with a refrain in verses 5 and 11. The following is an excellent poetical paraphrase of the Psalm, by Bishop Lowth : — "As pants the wearied hart for cooling springs. That sinks exhausted in the summer's chase; So pants my longing soul, great King of kings ! So thirsts to reach Thy sacred dwelling-place. On briny tears my famish'd soul hath fed, While taunting foes deride my deep despair; ' Say, where is now thy Great Deliverer fled, Thy mighty God, deserted wanderer, where ? ' Oft dwell my thoughts on those thrice happy days. When to Thy fane I led the willing throng ; Our mirth was worship, all our pleasure praise. And festal joys still closed with sacred song. Why throb, my heart ? why sink, my saddening soul. Why droop to earth, with various foes oppress'd ? My years shall yet in blissfvd circles roll, And peace be yet an inmate of this breast. By Jordan's banks with devious steps I stray, O'er Hermon's rugged rocks and deserts dear : E'en there Thy hand shall guide my lonely way, There Thy remembrance shall my spu'it cheer. In rapid floods the vernal torrents roll, Harsh sounding cataracts responsive roar ; Thine angry billows overwhelm my soul, And dash my shatter'd bark from shore to shora VI. Yet Thy sure mercies ever in my sight, My heart shall gladden through the tedious dayj And 'midst the dark and gloomy shades of night, To Thee I '11 fondly tune the grateful lay. Kock of my hope ! great Solace of my heart ! Why, why desert the offspring of Thy care, "While taunting foes thus point th' invidious dart, * Where is thy God, abandon'd wanderer, where ?' Why faint, my soul ? why doubt Jehovah's aid ? Thy God the God of mercy still shall prove ; Within Ilis courts thy thanks shall yet be paid, Unquestion'd be His pity and His love." INTRODUCTORY. I. THE SCENE OF THE PSALM, . II. THE GENERAL SCOPE OP THE PSALM, III. A PECULIAR EXPERIENCE, . CONTENTS OF THE PSALM. L THE HART PANTING, n. THE HART WOUNDED, III. THE LIVING GOD, IV. THE TAUNT, . V THE TAUNT, VI. SABBATH MEMORIES, VII. HOPE VIII. THE HILL MIZAR, IX. THE CLIMAX, X. LESSONS, XI. FAITH AND PRAYER, XII. THE QUIET HAVEN, . 36 46 60 78 90 102 122 141 166 ISO 192 L ** Where is thy f avour'd haunt, Eternal Voice, The region of Thy choice, Where, undisturb'd by sin and earth, the soul Owns Thine entire control ? 'Tis on the mountain's summit dark and high, Where storms are hurrying by : 'Tis 'mid the strong foundations of the earth, Wbere torrents have their birth. No sounds of worldly toil ascending there Mar the full burst of prayer ; Lone nature feels that she may freely breathe. And round us and beneath Are heard her sacred tones : the fitful sweep Of winds across the steep. The dashing waters where the air is still. From many a torrent rill — Such sounds as make deep silence in the heart For thought to do her part." " The spot was so attractive to me, as well as the view of the surrounding country so charming, that I had great difficulty ii. tearing myself away from it. In the foregi'ound, at my feet, was the Joi-dan flowing through its woods of tamarisks. On the other side rose gently the plain of Beisan surmounted by the high ted of that name. In the distance were the mountains of Gilboa — the whole stietch of which is seen, even as far as ancient Jezreel." — Van de Veldes Travels in Syria and Palestine, vol. ii. p. 355. '1 THE SCENE OF THE PSALM. All recent explorers of Palestine speak in glowing terms of that " solemn eastern back-ground," with its mellow tints of blue and purple, rising con- sj^icnous, as if a wall built by giants, from the deep gorge or valley of the Jordan. This mountain range, and especially the hills of Gilead, wath their rugged ravines and forests of sycamore and terebinth, are full of blended memories of joy and sadness. From one of these slopes, the Father of the Faithful obtained his first view of his children's heritage. On another, the Angels of God — the two bright celestial bands — greeted Jacob on his return from his sojourn in Syria.* From another, trains of wail- ing captives on their way to Babylon, must oft and again have taken through their tears their last look of " the mountains round about Jerusalem." Nigh the same spot, the footsteps of our blessed Eedeemer * Gen. xsxii. L 4 THE SCENE OF THE PSALM. Himself lingered, when death was hovering over the couch of the friend He loved at Bethany. ]\Iartha and Mary, from their Village-home, must have lifted their eyes to these same *■ hills," from whence they knew, in the extremity of their anguish, their ''help" alone could come. While, at a later period, the same spot was rendered illustrious as the locality of Pella, the mountain fortress and asylum whither their Lord Md admonished His followers to flee, when the Imperial Eagles of Eome were gathered by Titus around the devoted city.* This "land beyond the Jordan" still further de- rives an imperishable interest from being the exile- retreat of the Sweet Singer of Israel in the most pa- thetic period of his chequered life and reign. There is no more touching episode in all Hebrew history than the recorded flioht of David from his canital on the occasion of the rebellion of Absalom and * See Mr Stanley's chapter, in his " Sinai and Palestine," on " Persea and the Trans-Jordanic Tribes," in vv'hich these different references are graphically grouped together. " The Pereoan hills rire the ' Pisgah ' of the earlier history : to the later history they occupy the pathetic relation that has been immortalised in the name of ' the long ridge,' from which the first and last view of Granada is obtained. They are the ' Last Sigh ' of the Israelite exile."— (P. 328.) THE SCENE OF THE PSALM. 5 the defection of his j^eople. Passing, barefoot and weeping, across the brook Kedron, and thence by the fords of Jericho, he sped northwards with his faithful adherents, and found a temporary shelter amid these remote fastnesses. Minds of a peculiar temperament have often found it a relief, in seasons of sadness, to give expression to their pent-up feelings in poetry or song. Ancient as well as modern verse and music abound with striking examples of this, — " Songs in the Night," when the mouldering harp was taken down from the willows by some captive spirit, and made to pour forth its strains or numbers in touching elegy. David's o^m lament for Jonathan is a gush of intensified feeling which will occur to all, and which could have been penned only in an agony of tears.* It was a spirit crushed and broken with other, but not less poignant sorrows, which dictated this * As an example in modern poetry, n-eed we refer to that no- blest tribute ever penned over departed worth, the " In 3Ic- moriam" of Tennyson; or in modem song, to the exquisite and plaintive loveliness of this very Psalm, set to music by Mendelssohn, and so well known by the title, ''As the hart 6 THE SCENE OF THE PSALM. Psalm of his exile. May we not imagine that, in addition to the tension of feeling produced by his altered fortmies^ there was in the very scene of his banishment, where the plaintive descant was com- posed, much to inspire poetic sentiment ? The alter- nate calm and discord of outer nature found their response in his own chequered experiences. Nature's -^olian harp — its invisible strings composed of rustling leaves and foaming brooks, or the harsher tones of tempest and thunder, flood and waterfall — awoke the latent harmonies of his soul. They fur- nished him with a key-note to discourse higher me- lodies, and embody struggling thoughts in inspired numbers. In reading this Psalm w^e at once feel that we are with the Minstrel King, not in the Tabernacle of Zion, but in some glorious " House not made with hands," — some Cathedral whose aisles are rocky cliffs and tangled branches, and its roof the canopy of Heaven ! Let us picture him seated in one of those deep glens listening to the murmur of the rivulet and the wail of the forest. Suddenly the sky is over- cast. Dark clouds roll their masses along the purple peaks. The lightning flashes ; and the old THE SCENE OF THE PSALM. 7 oaks and terebinths of Bashan bend under the tumult of the storm. The higher rivulets have swelled the channel of Jordan, — " deep calls to deep " — the waves chafe and riot along the narrow gorges. Suddenly a struggling ray of sunshine steals amid tbe strife, and a stray note from some bird answers joyously to its gleam. It is, however, but a gleam. The sky again threatens, fresh bolts wake the mountain echoes. The river rolls on in augmented volume, and the wind wrestles fiercely as ever with the denizens of the forest. At last the contest is at an end. The sky is calm — the air refreshed — the woods are vocal with song — ten thousand dripping boughs sparkle in the sunlight ; the meadows wear a lovelier emerald ; and rock, and branch, and floweret, are reflected in the bosom of the stream. As the royal spectator with a poet and painter's eye is gazing on this shifting diorama, and when Nature is laughing and joyous again amid her own tear-drops, another simple incident arrests his atten- tion. A Hart or Deer, hit by the archers or pursued by some wild beast on these "mountains of the leopards," with hot eyeballs and panting sides, comes bounding down the forest glade to quench 8 THE SCENE OF THE PSALM. the rage of thirst. The sight suggests nobler aspi- rations. With trembling hand and tearful eye the exiled spectator awakes his harp-strings, and be- queaths to us one of the most pathetic musings in the whole Psalter. The 23d has happily been called '' the nightingale of the Psalms ; " this may a^^pro- priately be termed "the turtle-dove." We hear the lonely bird as if seated on a solitary branch warb- ling its "reproachful music/' or rather struggling on the ground with broken wing, uttering a doleful lament. These strains form an epitome of the Chris- tian life — a diary of religious experience, which, after three thousand years, find an echo in every heart. Who can wonder that they have smoothed the death-pillow of dying saints, and taken a thorn from the crown of the noble army of martyrs ! * * I refer the reader to the words quoted on the title-page. They form the dyuig testimony and experience of one of the holiest men of any age. We have seen in the possession of a revered friend, the Bible which belonged to the gi-eat Marquis of Argyle, and which formed his constant companion during the period of his imprisonment. Almost every verse of the 42d Psalm is specially marked. Some of the verses, such as the third, are noted with a dovible stroke. We may well imagine him, after closing such "an afflicted man's companion," thus writing to hia Marchioness — " They may shut me in prison where they please, but thev cannot shut out God from me." n. " Like unto ships far off at sea, Outward or homeward bound are we ; Before, behir^, and all around Floats and swings the horizon's bound ; Seems at its outer rims to rise, And climb the crystal wall of the skies ; And then again to turn and sink, As if we could slide from its outer brink. Ah ! it is not the sea that sinks and shelves. But ourselves That rock and rise With endless and uneasy motion — Now touching the very skies, Now sinking into the depths of ocean." " The Scriptures have laid a flat opposition between faith and sense. We live by faith and not by sense. They are two buckets — the life of faith and the life of sense ; when one goes up, the other goes down," — Bridge, 1637. " There are twins striving within me ; a Jacob and an Esau. I can, through Thy grace, imitate Thy choice, and say with Thee, Jacob have I loved, and Esau have I hated. Blessed God ! make Thou that word of Thine good in me, that the elder shall serve the younger y — Bishop Hall, 1656. n. THE GENEKAL SCOPE OF THE PSALM. '^F the Book of Psalms be, as some have styled it, a mirror or looking-glass of pious and devout affections, this Psalm, in particular, deserves as much as any one Psalm to be so entitled, and is as proper as any other to kindle and excite such in us. Gracious desires are here strong and fervent ; gracious hopes and fears, joys and sorrows, are here struggling. Or we may take it for a conflict between sense and faith ; sense objecting, and faith answering." * In these few words, the Father of commentators, with his wonted discernment, has given us the key to the true interpretation of this sacred song. It may be regarded, indeed, as the Old Testament parallel to the 7th chapter of the Epistle to the Eomans, in v.'hich another inspired Avi^iter truthfully and power- fully portrays the same great struggle between ♦ Matthew Henry. l'^ THE GENERAL SCOPE OF THE PSALM. coiTuption and grace, faith and sense, " the old and the new man." There are two antagonist principles in the heart of every believer, corresponding to the great forces which act in the material world. The tendency of his new nature is to gravitate towards God — the Divine Sun of his being — the centre of his fondest affections — the object of his deej)est love. But " there is a law in his members warring against the law of his mind ;''* — the remains of his old nature, leading him to wander in wide and eccentric orbit from the grand Source of light, and happiness, and joy! " What will ye see in the ShulamiteV asks the Spouse in the Canticles, personating the believer, (at a time, too, when conscious of devoted attachment to the Lord she loved). The reply is, " As it were the company of tiuo armies." (Sol. Song vi. 13.) Sight on the one hand, Faith on the other. The carnal mind, which is enmity against God, battling with the renewed spiritual mind, which brings life and peace. Affections heaven- born, counteracted and marred by affections earth- born. The magnet would be true to its pole but * Rom. vii. 23. THE GENERAL SCOPE OF THE PSALM. 13 for disturbing moral influences. The eagle would soar, but it is chained to the cage of corruption. The believer would tread boldly on the waves, but unbelief threatens to sink him. He would fight the battles of the faith, but there is " a body of death" chained to his heavenly nature, which com- pels him to mingle denunciations of himself as "a wretched man" with the shouts of victory.* We may imagine David, when he composed this Psalm, wrapped in silent contemplation — the past, the present, and the future suggesting mingled reflections. The shepherd, the king, the fugitive 1 Sad comment on the alternations of human life ! humbling lesson for God's Anointed ! It furnishes him with a true estimate of the world's gTcatness. It has taught him the utter nothingness of all here as a portion for the soul. Amid out- ward trial and inward despondency, Faith looks to its only true refuge and resting-place. His truant heart softened and saddened by calamity, turns to its God, — ''As the hart j:)a72^(?^/i after the luater- hrooks, so panteth my soul after thee, God. My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: * Rom. vii. 24, 25. 14 THE GENERAL SCOPE OF THE PSALM. lulien shall I come and ajJpear before God ? " (Ver. 1, 2.) But the wave is beaten back again ! He remembers Ms sins and his sorrows, and (more galling to his sensitive spirit) the taunts of ungodly scoffers. " 2[y tears have been my meat day and night, luhile they continually say unto me, Where is thy God ? " (Ver. 3.) Moreover, he is denied the solace of public ordinances. He can no longer, as once he could, light the decaying ashes of his faith at the fires of the altar. Memory dwelt with chastened sadness on the hours of holy con- vocation. " When I remember these things, I jJour out my soid in me : for I had gone luith the multitude, I went luith them to the house of God, luith the voice of joy and praise, tvith a midtitude that kept holy day" (Ver. 4.) But, once more, the new-born principle regains the mastery. He rebukes jiis own unbelief, urges renewed dependence on God, and triumphs in the assurance of His coun- tenance and love. " Why art thou cast down, my soul ? and ivhy art thou disquieted in me ?■ hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.'' (Ver. 5.) But again the harp is muffled! Unbelief musters her ranks; fresh THE GENEEAL SCOPE OF THE PSALM. 15 remembrances of sin and sorrow crowd upon him. "0 ray God, my soul is cast down ivithin me!' (Ver. 6.) Faith, however, has its antidote at hand, and the momentary cause of depression is removed. The memory of former succours and mercies inspires with confidence for the future, and he immediately adds, " I ivill remember Thee (in this the place of my Exile) from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar." But the storm-clouds are still wreathing his sky ; — nay, it seems as if the tempest were deepening. Fresh assaults of temptation are coming in upon him ; — there seems no light in the cloud, no ray in the darkness. "Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy lu at er- spouts ; all thy ivaves and thy billows are gone over me." (Ver. 7.) But again, his own extremity is God's opportunity ; Faith is seen cresting the resurgent waves. Lifting his voice above the storm, he thus expresses his assurance in God's faithfulness, " Yet the Lord will command his loving -kindness in the day-time, and in the night his song shall be ivith me, and my prayer unto the God of my life!' (Ver. 8.) Nay, he resolves in all time to come to provide against the return of seasons 10 THE GENERAL SCOPE OF THE PSALM. of guilty distrust and misgiving. He dictates and transcribes the very words of a jDrayer to be em- ployed as an antidote in any such recurring moments of despondency. He resolves to rise above frames and feelings, and to j)lant his feet on the Rock of Ages, which these fluctuating billows can never shake ; — " / will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me ? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy V (Ver. 9.) The Old nature makes one last and final effort, ere aban- doning the conflict. Unbelief rallies its strength. A former assault is renewed. " As with a sword in my hones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God V (Ter.lO.) But he reverts to his prayer ! He adopts his own liturgy for a time of sorrow. " Why art thou cast doivn, my soul .^ and luhy art thou disquieted luithin me t hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise Him!' (Ver. 11.) He seems to be " answered while yet speaking;" for he closes with the joyful declaration, *' Who is the health of my countenance, and my God." (Ver. 11.) He had made a similar assertion in a former verse (ver. 5), "/ shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance ;'' but now he can add the language of THE GENERAL SCOPE OF THE PSALM. 17 triumpliaiit assurance, " My God !" The conflict is ended;— sense quits the field, and faith conquers. He began the Psalm in trouble, he ends it with joy. Its notes throughout are on the minor key, but these merge at last into a strain of triumph. He began comparing himself to the stricken deer— the helpless, breathless, panting fugitive ;— he ends it with angels' words,— with the motto and watchword in which a seraph might well glory— heaven knows no happier—" My God ! " "He looked," says Matthew Henry, "upon the living God as his chief good, and had set his heart upon Him accordingly, and was resolved to live and die by Him ; and casting anchor thus at first, he rides out the storm," child of God! touchingly expressive picture have we here of the strange vicissitudes in thy history. The shuttle in the web of thy spiritual life, darting hither and thither, weaving its chame- leon hues ; or, to adopt a more appropriate emblem, thy heart a battle-field, and "no discharge in that war " till the pilgrim-armour be exchanged for the pilgrim-rest -.—sense and sin doing their utmost to 18 THE GENERAL SCOPE OF THE PSALM. quencli the bivouac-fires of faith, and give the eiieni}^ the advantage : ay, and they tuould succeed in quenching these, did not the Lord of pilgrims feed with the oil of His own grace the languishing flame. " Sometimes," it has been well said, " in the Voyages of the Soul, we feel that we can only go by anxious soundings, — the compass itself seeming useless — not knowino- our bearino-s — nearino- here Christ — then perhajDS the dim tolling bell amidst the thick darkness warning us to keep off/' * But fear not ; He will " bring you to the haven where ye would be." The voice of triumph will be heard high above the water-floods. The contest may be long, but it will not be doubtful. He who rules the raging of the sea will, in His own good time, say, " Peace, be still, and immediately there will be a great calm." Have you ever watched the career of the tiny branch or withered leaf which has been tossed into a little virgin rill on one of our high table-lands or mountain moors ? For a while, in its serpentine course, it is borne sluggishly along, impeded by protruding moss, or stone, or lichen. Now it circles and saunters hither and * Cheever's " Windings." THE GENEEAL SCOPE OF THE PSALM. 19 thither on the lazy streamlet — now floating back towards the point of departure, as if uncertain which direction to choose. A passing breath of wind carries it to the centre, and the buoyant rivulet sings its way joyously onward, bearing its little burden through copse, and birch, and heather. But again it is ob- structed. Some deep inky pool detains it in the narrow ravme. There it is sucked in, whirled and twisted about, chafed and tortured with the conflict of waters ; or else it lies a helpless prisoner, immured by the rocks in their fretting caldrons. But by and by, with a new impulse it breaks away along the rapid torrent -stream, bounding over cascade and water-fall, home to its ocean destiny. So it is with the Soul ! It is often apparently the sport and captive of opposing currents. It has its pools of darkness, its eddies of unbelief, its jagged rocks of despair, but it will eventually clear them all. " All motion," to use the words of one of the best and saintliest of the old writers on this very Psalm (Sibbs), and which carry out our illustration, "All motion tends to rest, and ends in it. God is the centre and resting-place of the soul ; and here David takes up his rest, and so let us. We see that dis- 20 THE GENERAL SCOPE OF THE PSALM. cussing of objections in the consistory of the Soul, settles the Soul at last — Faith at leno-th silencinor all risings to the contrary. Then whatsoever times come, we are sure of a hiding-place and a sanctuary." Yes ! your life, notwithstanding all these fluc- tuations, will end triumphantly. It may, as in this Psalm, be now a psean, then a dirge ; now a Miserere, then a Te Deum. The Miserere and Te Deum may be interweaved throughout ; but the lat- ter will close the Life-story — the concluding strain will ba the anthem of Victory. You may arrest the arrow in its flight — you may chain the water-fall, or stay the lightning, sooner than unsay the words of God, " He that hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ!' (Phil. i. 6.) Eemember, God does not say, that " good work " is never to be impeded. He has never given promise in Scripture of an unclouded day — ^uninterrupted sunshine — a waveless, stormless sea. No, " the morn- ing without clouds" is a heavenly emblem. The earthly one is "a day, in v*dnch the light shall neither be clear nor dark." (Zech. xiv. 6.) The analogy of the outer world of nature, at least under these our THE GENERAL SCOPE OF THE PSALM. 21 chequered and ever-varying skies, teaches us this. Spring comes smiling, and pours her blossoms into the lap of Summer. But the skies lower, and the rain and battering hail descend, and the virgin blossoms droop their heads and almost die. Sum- mer again smiles and the meadows look gay ; the flowers ring merry chimes with their leaves and petals, and Autumn with glowing face is opening her bosom for the expected treasure. But all at once drought comes with her fiery footsteps. Every blade and floweret, gasping for breath, lift their blanched eyelids to the brazen sky ; or the night-winds rock the laden branches and strew the ground. Thus we see it is not one unvarying, unchecked progres- sion, from the opening bud to the matured fruit. But every succeeding month is scarred and muti- lated by drought and moisture, wind and rain, storm and sunshine. Yet, never once has Autumn failed to gather up her golden sheaves ; ay, and if you ask her testimony, she will tell that the very storm, and wind, and rain you dreaded as fees, were the best auxiliaries in filling her yellow garners. If the experience of any one here present be that of ''the deep"' and "the water-flood "—" the stormy 22 THE GENEEAL SCOPE OF THE PSALM. wind and tempest," think ever of the closing words of the Psahn, and let them " turn your mourning into dancing; take off your sackcloth, and gird you with gladness!" You may change towards God, but He is unchanging towards you. The stars may be swept from our view by intervening clouds, but they shine bright as ever, — undimmed altar-fires in the great temple of the universe. Our vision may be at fault, but not their radiance and undying glory. The Being "not confined to temj^les made with hands," who met this wrestler of old in the forest of Gilead, and poured better than Gilead's balm into his bosom, is the same now as He was then. And if thou art a wrestler too. He seems through the moaning of the storm to say, " Though thou fall, yet shalt thou not he cast doiun utterly, for the Lord upholdeth thee ivith his right hand." ''My God !" Oh, if that be the last entry in the Diary of religious experience, be not desponding now because of present passing shadows, but " thank God and take courage." It is written that "at even- ing-time it shall be light." (Zech. xiv. 7.) The sun may wade all day through murky clouds, but he will pillow his head at night on a setting couch of THE GENEEAL SCOPE OF THE PSALM. 23 vermilion and gold. " Thouo-h ye have lien among the pots, yet shall ye be as the wings of a dove covered with silver, and her feathers with yellow gold."* It was said by aged Jacob, in his prophetic death-song, regarding that very tribe on the borders of which the royal exile now sang, " Gad, a troop shall overcome him: hut he shall overcome at the last." f Was not this the key-note of his present elegy? Faith could lift its head triumphant in the clang of battle, amid these troops of spiritual plun- derers, and sing, " Though an host should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear : though war should rise against me, in this will I he confi- dent!' % * Ps. Ixviii. 13. t Gen. xlix. 19. J Ps, xxvii. 3. III. % ^miliar €%pximt " I ask'd the Lord that I might gro-vv lu faith, and love, and every grace ; Might more of His salvation know. And seek more earnestly His face. ** 'Twas He who taught me thus to pray; And He, I trust, has answer'd prayer. But it has been in such a way As almost drove me to despair, " I hoped that in some favour'd hour At once He 'd answer my request ; And by His love's constraining power. Subdue my sins and give me rest. *' Instead of this, He made me feel The hidden evils of my heart ; And let the angry powers of hell Assault my soul in every part." — Cowper. " If we listen to David's harp, we shall hear as many hearse- like harmonies as carols." — Lord Bacon. " If we be either in outward affliction or in inward distress, we may accommodate to ourselves the melancholy expressions we find here. If not, we must sympathise with those whose case they speak too plainly, and thank God it is not our own case." — Matthew Henry. III. A PECULIAR EXPEKIENCE. Although this Psalm, in bold and striking figure, presents a faithful miniature picture of tlie Believer's life, we must regard it as depicting an extraordi- nary experience at a peculiar passage of David's history, and which has its counterpart still in that of many of God's children. The writer of the Psalm was evidently undergoing " spiritual depression " — what is sometimes spoken of as '' spiritual desertion," — that sorrow, awful in its reality — too deep for utterance — dee^Dcr than the yawning chasm made by family bereavement — the sorrow of all sorrows, the loss of God in the soul ! There is much caution needed in speaking of this. There are causes which lead to spiritual depression which are purely physical, arising from a diseased body, an overstrung mind — a succession of calamities weakening and impairing the nervous system. We know how susceptible are the body and mind to- gether, of being affected by external influences. 26 A PECULIAR EXrEPJE^'CE. " We are," says an able analyser of human emotions, " fearfully and wonderfully made. Of that consti- tution wliich in our ignorance we call union of soul and body, we know little respecting what is cause, and what effect. We would fain believe that the mind has 2:)0wer over the body ; but it is just as true that the body rules the mind. Causes aj^parently the most trivial — a heated room, want of exercise — a sunless day, a northern aspect — will maS:e all the difference between happiness and unhappiness ; be- tween faith and doubt ; between courage and inde- cision. To our fancy there is something humiliating in being thus at the mercy of our animal organism. We would fain find nobler causes for our emo- tions." * Yes — many of those sighs and tears, and morbid, depressed feelings, which Christians speak of as the result of spiritual darkness and the deser- tion of God, are merely the result of physical de- rangement, the penalty often for the violation of the laws of health. The atmosphere we breathe is enough to account for them. They come and go — rise and fall with the mercury in the tube. These are cases, not for the spiritual, but for the bodily * Rev. Fred. Robertson's " Sermons ; Second Series," p. %5. A PECULIAR EXPERIENCE. 27 physician. Their cure is in attendance to the usual laws and prescriptions which regulate the healthy action of the bodily functions. There is another class of causes which lead to spiritual depression which are partly physical and partly religious. There must necessarily be depres- sion where there is undue elation ; where the soul- structure is built on fluctuating frames and feelings, and the religious life is made more subjective than objective. Many imagine, unless they are at all times in a glow of fervour — an ecstatic frame of feeling — all must be wrong with them.* Now, there is nothing more dan- gerous or deceptive than a life of mere feeling ; and its most dangerous phase is a life of religious emo- tional excitement. It is in the last degree erroneous to consider all this glowing ecstasy of frame a neces- sary condition of healthy spiritual life. Artificial * " You will not be asked in the last Great Day whether you had great enjoyment and much enlargement of soul here. Speak to that vast multitude, which no man can number, now around the throne. Ask them whether they came through much conso- lation and joy in the Lord. No ! through mvich tribulation. Ask them whether they were saved by their warmth of love to their Saviour. Xo ! but they had washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb." — Miss Plumptre's Letters. 28 A PECULIAR EXPERIENCE. excitement, in any shape, is perilous. Apart alto- gether from the moral and religious aspect of the question, the tendency of the ball-room and theatre, and a preference in reading for works of fiction, is to make a man nauseate the plain, commonplace work, the occurrences and themes of this every-day world. Feed him on dainties and forced meats, and he despises husks and plain fare. Equally true is this with regard to the life of the soul. It is not fed on luscious stimulants and ecstatic experiences. When it is so, the result is every now and then a collapse; like a child building his mimic castle too high, the perpendicular and equilibrium are lost. It totters and falls, and he has just to begin again. The dew distils, and hangs its spangled jewels on blade and flower, gently and in silence. The rain comes do^vn in tiny particles and soft showers, not in drenching water-floods. So the healthy Christian holds on the even tenor of his way, unaff"ected by the barometer of feeling. He knows this is apt to be elevated and depressed by a thousand accidents over which he has no control. His life is fed, not from the fitful and uncertain streams issuinoj from the low ground of his own A PECULIAR EXPEKIENCE. 29 experience, but from the snow-clad summits — the Alps of God. Were he thus suffering himself to depend on the rills of his own feelings, his brook would often be dry in summer — the season when he most needed it ; whereas the supply from the glacier-beds on which the sun shines, is fullest in these very times of drought. Add to this, religion is shorn of its glory when it is dwarfed into a mere thing of sentiment and feel- ing. Its true grandeur and greatness is, when it incorporates itself with active duty, and fulfils its best definition as not a " being " but a " doing." Of nothing, therefore, do we require to be more jealous, than a guilty, unmanly, morbid dwelling on feelings and experiences. You remember Elijah, when he fled pusillanimous and panic-stricken from his work, and took to a hermit-cell amid the solitudes of Sinai. We find him seated in his lonely cave, his head drooping on his breast, sullen thought mantling his brow, muttering his querulous soliloquy, "I am left alone.'' The voice of God hunts out the fugitive from duty. ''What doest thou here, Elijah ? Why in this cave, brooding in a coward spirit, unworthy of thee? Art thou to 80 A PECULTAE EXPEEIENCE. cease to work for Me, because the high day of excitements on the heights of Carmel are over? Here is food to strengthen thy body, and here is 'the still, small voice' of my love to strengtlien thy soul. Go forth to active duty. Leave tliy cave and thy cloak behind thee. Take thy pilgrim staff and scrip, and with the consciousness of a great work in hand, and a brief time to do it in, arise, and onward to Horeb, the mount of God ! " (1 Kings xix.) But having thrown out these preliminary cautions, the question occurs : Are there no cases of spi- ritual depression or desertion, arising purely from spiritual causes ? "We answer. Yes. The Bible recognises such. Spiritual darkness — absence of all spiritual comfort and joy — is no figment of man's theological creed. It is a sad and solemn verity — the experience, too, of God's own children. " Wlio is among you that feareth the Lord, that obeyeth the voice of his servant, that walheth in darkness, and hath no light r' (Isa. 1. 10.) "Oh," says the afflicted patriarch of Uz, " that I were as in months A PECULIAR EXPERIENCE. 31 past, as in the days when God preserved me ; when his candle shined upon my head, and when by his light I walked through darkness/' (Job xxix. 2, 3.) "In my prosperity,'" is the testimony of David, at a later period of his life, " I said, I shall never be moved. Lord, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong : tliou didst hide thy face, and I luas ti^ouhled." (Ps. xxx. 5-7.) " I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth : / souglit him, hut I found him not. . . . My beloved had ivithdrawn himself and was gone: my soul failed when he spake : I sought Jiim, hut I could not find him ; I called him, hut he gave me no ansiuer." (Sol. Song iii. 2, v. 6.) Can we forget a more awful and impressive example ? One soaring above the reach of aU grovelling human exjoeriences, but yet who tells us, in His bitter Eloi cry, that even He knew what it was to be God- deserted and forsaken ! Are there any whose eyes trace these pages who have ever undergone such a season ? or it may be are undergoing it novr ? I stop not to inquire as to the cause ; — indulged sin, omitted or carelessly performed 32 A PECULIAR EXPERIENCE. duty, neglect of prayer, worldly conformity * Are you feelingly alive, painfully conscious that your love, like that of many, has waxed cold ; — are you mourning that you have not the nearness to the Mercy-seat that once you enjoyed, — not the love of your Bibles, and ordinances, and sacraments that you once had, — that a heavy cloud mantles your .spiritual horizon, — God's countenance, not what once it was, irradiated with a Father's smiles, — nor heaven what once it seemed, a second home ? *' thou afflicted, tossed with temj)est, not com- forted ! " do not despond. In these very sighings and moanings of your downcast spirit, there are ele- ments for hope and comfort, not for despair. They are the evidences and indications that the spark, though feeble, is not quenched — that the pulse, thouo'h lano'uid, still beats — that faith, thouo'h like a grain of mustard-seed, is still germinating. " thou * " In the time of need He hides HimseK often, and seems to have forgotten me. Tears have thus been my meat, because of their saying unto my soul, ' Where is now thy God ? ' But 1 am bound by all the experienced freeness and riches of the Re- deemer's grace to say, that Vv'hen He hides Himself from me, it is not because He has forgotten vie, but because I have been for- getting Him," — Hewitson. A PECULIAR EXPKillENCE. 83 of little faith, wherefore dost thou doubt V It is that very shadow that has now come athwart your soul, and which you so bitterly mourn, which tells of sunshine. As it is the shadow wdiich enables us to read tlie hours on the dial, so is it in the spiritual life. It is because of these shadows on the soul's dial-face that we can infer the shining of a belter Sun. " The wicked have no bands in their (spiritual) death/' Their life has been nothing but shadow ; they can- not therefore mourn the loss of a sunshine they never felt or enjoyed. Well has it been said, "When the refreshing dews of grace seem to be withheld, and we are ready to say, ' Our hope is lost, God hath forgotten to be gracious ' — this is that fur- nace in which one that is not a child of God never was placed. For Satan takes g&iid care not to dis- quiet his children. He has no fire for their souls on this side everlasting burnings ; his fatal teaching ever is, Peace, peace ! " * But what, desponding one, is, or ought to be, thy resort ? Go ! exile in sjoirit — go, like that royal mourner amid the oak-thickets of Gilead I Brood no more in unavailing sorrow and with burning tears. Thou mayest, like him, * Miss Plumptre's Letters. C 84 A PECULIAE EXPEiUENCE. have much to depress thy spirit. Black and crim- son sins may have left their indelible stain on the page of memory. In acliing heart-throbs, thou mayest be heaving forth the bitter confession, '-Mine iniquities have separated between me and my God." But go like him ! take down thy silent harp. Its strings may be corroded with rust. They may tell the touching story of a sad estrangement. Go to the quiet solitude of thy chamber. Seek out the unfrequented path of prayer ; — choked it may be with the weeds of forgetfulnesn and sloth. Cast thyself on thy bended knees ; and, as the wounded deer bounds j^ast thee (emblem of thine own bleed- ing heart), wake the echoes of thy spirit with the penitential cry, ''As the hart panteth after the water-hrooks, so panteth my soul after thee, God!" CONTENTS OF THE PSALM. C|t Jart Jantiiig. " Oh, wovild I were as free to rise As leaves on autumn's whirlwind borne. The arrowy light of sunset skies, Or sound — or rays — or star of morn. Which meets in heaven at twilight's close. Or aught which soars uneheck'd and free, Through earth and heaven, that I might lose Myself in finding Thee ! " *' mysterious Jesus, teach us Thy works and Thy plans. Let our hearts pant after Thee as the hart after the water-brooks. Create a thirst which nothing shall satisfy but the fountain of eternal love. See the velocity with which the needle flees to the magnet when it gets vnthin distance ; so shall we hasten to o\ir Magnet — our Beloved — as we approach Him." — Lady Powers- court's Letters. " ?C0 xht f?art pantetf) after t\)t toatcr-irooft^, so pantctf; mp ?oui after tlice, <0 »©oti." — Verse 1. I THE HAET PANTING. We have pictured, in a preceding chapter, the uncrowned. Monarch of Israel seated, pensive and sad, amid '' the wiUows by the water-courses ; " or wandering forth, amid the deepening twilight- shadows, with the roll of Jordan at his side, per- haps, like his great ancestor, to "wrestle with God until the breaking of the day." We have already adverted to the simple incident which arrested his attention. A breathless tenant of the forest bounded past him to quench its thirst in the neighbouring river. That unconscious child of nature furnishes the key-note of . his song. Let us sit by the banks, as the Exile takes down his harp, and thus sings — "As the hart panteth AFTER THE WATER-BROOKS, SO PANTETH MY SOUL AFTER THEE, GOD." God is the only satisfying portion of the soul. 38 THE HART PANTING. Every theory of human happiness is defective and incomplete which falls short of the aspirations of our immortal natures. Born with capacities for the infinite, man naturally spurns the finite. No satel- lite, with its borrowed light, will compensate for the loss of the sun. You may as well expect the caged wild beast to be happier within the iron bars of his den than roaming lord of the forest, as for the human sj^irit to be content with the present and the finite as a substitute for the immortal and the infinite ! The water-brooks alone could slake the thirst of that roe on the mountains of Gilead. You might have offered it choicest pastures. You mio-ht have bid it roam the sunniest glades of the forest, or repose under the majestic shadow of the monarch-oaks of Bashan; it would have spurned them all ; and, with fleet foot, have bounded down the valley in search of the stream. So with the soul.? "I^otdins: but the stream flow- ing from the Everlasting Hills will satisfy it. You may tempt a man, as he is hurrying on his immortal way, with the world's pastures, — you may hold out to him the golden sheaves of riches, — you may detain him amid the sumiy glades of pleasure, or on the THE HAltT PANTING. 39 hill-tops of fame (and he is but too willing for a while to linger) — but satisfy him they cannot ! When his nobler nature acquires its rightful ascendancy he will spurn them all. Brushing each one in succes- sion away, as the stag does the dewy drops of the morning, he Avill say^" All are insufficient 1 I wish them not. I have been mocked by their failure. I have found that each has a he in its right hand ; — it is a poor counterfeit — a shadowy figure of the true. I want the fountain of living waters — I want the Infinite of Knowledge, Goodness, Truth, Love ! " " In the LOED put I my trust : why say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain V * The fact is, it is the very grandeur of the soul which leads it thus to pant after God. Small things satisfy a small capacity, but what is made receptive of the vast and glorious can only be satisfied with great things. The mind of the child is satisfied with the toy or the bauble ; the mind of the untutored savage with bits of painted glass or tinsel ; but the man, the sage, the j)hLlosopher, desiderate higher possessions, purer knowledge, nobler themes of thought and objects of ambition. Some insects are * Psalm xi. 1. 40 THE HAET PANTING. born for an hour, and are satisfied with it. A sum- mer's afternoon is the duration of existence allotted to myriads of tiny ephemera. In their case, j^outh and age are crowded into a few passing minutes. The descending sun w^itnesses their birth and death ; — the lifetime of other animals would be to them an immortality. The soul, being infinite and unlimited in its capacities, has correspondingly high aspirations. Vain would be the attempt to fill up a yawning gulf by throwing into it a few grains of sand. But not more vain or ineff'ectual than try to answer the deep yearnings of the human spirit by the seen and the temporal. Yes ! on all the world's fountains, drink at them as you may, " thirst again " is written. Of the world's mountains, climb them as you may, you will never say, " I have reached the coveted summit. It is enougli." Men go sighing on, drinking their rivers of pleasure and climbing their mountains of vanity. They feel all the while some undefined, inarticulate, nameless longing after a satisfying good ; but it is a miserable travestie to say that it has been found, or can be found, in anything here. " ^Yho vAll shew us any good I ''' will still be the cry of the groping THE HART PANTIXG. 41 seeker till lie has learned to say, " Lord, lift Thou upon me the light of thy countenance!' We know how hard and difficult it is to convince of these sublime verities. The soul, even in its hours of trouble and deep conviction, is like a cast- away from shipwreck, who sees from his raft-planks something cresting the waves. He imagines it an island! As he nears it, he fancies he sees purple flowers drooping over the solid rock, and the sea- birds nestling in the crevices. But it is only an aggregate of withered leaves and rotten branches, which the receding tide has tossed together, the wayward freak of old ocean. " All are wanderers gone astray Each in Lis own delusions ; they are lost In chase of fancied happiness, still woo'd And never won. Dream after dream ensues; And still they dream that they shall still succeed. And still are disappointed. Rings the world With the vain stir. I sum up half mankind, And add two-thirds of the remaining half, And find the total of their hopes and fears Dreams, empty dreams."* — Cowper's Task. * " I was at the very zenith of earthly happiness. On re- tumiug from the ball, I took a hasty review of the evening I had passed as I lay sleepless upon my pillow. The glitter — the music — the dance — the excitement — the attention — the pleasure — all passed before me. But, oh ! I felt a want I could not describa 42 THE HAET PANTING. Let him who would solve this great problem of Happiness go to that parable of nature — the hunted Stag seeking the water-brooks, the thirsty soul seek- ing its God. God is the home of the soul, and he is away from home who pitches his tent and weaves his heart affections around anything short of Him. Who has not heard of " home-sick- ness " — the desolate feelings of the lonely stranger in a strange land? Let affection, and friendshij), and pity do what they may to alleviate the pang of distance and separation, though beaming faces be around, and hands of love and sympathy be extended, still will the heart (despite of all) be roaming the old hallowed haunts, climbing in thought the hills of childhood, gazing on the old village church with its festoons of ivy, seated under the aged elm, or listen- ing to the music of the passing brook and the music of voices sweeter and lovelier than all ! The soul is that strano-er, dwelling in the tents of Kedar, and panting for Heaven and God. Its language is, "I am not at home, I am a stranger here." Manifold, too, are the voices in this the land of its I sighed, and, throwing my arm over my head, whispered to my- self these expressive words, 'Is this all ? ' " — Mrs Winslow, Life. THE HART PANTING. 43 exile, whispering, "Arise ye and depart, for this is NOT your rest ! " * You may have seen in our mountain glens, in the solemn twilight, birds winging their way to their nests. There may be lovely bowers, gardens of fragrance and beauty, close by, — groves inviting to sweetest melody, Nature's consecrated haunts of song. But they tempt them not. Their nests — their homes — are in yonder distant rock, and thither they speed their way ! So with the soul. The painted glories of this world will not satisfy it. There is no rest in these for its weary wing and wailing cry. It goes singing up and home to God. It has its nest in the crevices of the Eock of Ages. AAHien detained in the nether valley, often is the warbling note heard, " Oh that I had wings like a dove ! for then would I flee awa}^, and be at rest." And when the flight has been made from the finite to the infinite — from the lower valleys of sense to the hills of faith — from the creature to the Creator — from man to God, — as we see it folding its buoyant pinion and sinking into the eternal clefts, we listen to the song, " Return unto thy rest, my soul .-'" * Siicah ii. 10. 44 THE HART PANTING. Reader ! may this flight be yours. " Seek ye the Lord while He may be found ! " The creature may change, He cannot. The creature must die, He is eternal. " God, thou art my God; early will I seek Thee : my soid thirsteth for Thee, my flesh longetlifor Thee in a dry and thirsty land, luhere no water is. . . . Because Thy loving -kindness is better than life, my lips shaU praise Thee." (Ps. Ixiii.) IL m^t fart mm^tH. ** I was a stricken deer, that left the herd Long since. With many an arrow deep infix'd My panting side was charged, when I withdrew, To seek a tranquil death in distant shades. There was I found by One who had Himself Been hurt by th' archers. In His side He bore. And in His hands and feet, the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts. He di-ew them forth, and heal'd, and bade me live ! " — Ccwper. " It was in this extremity it occurred to her that, in the defi- ciency of all hope in creatures, there might be hojoe and help in God. Borne down by the burdens of a hidden providence (a providence which she did not then love, because she did not then understand it) she pelded to the pressure that was upon her, and began to look to Him in whom alone there is true assist- ance." — Madame Guyons Life, p. 38. "3Cs t\)i {iflit pantctb after tijc ujatcr-lioohs, jjo paiuctlj mg jJOuTt after tf)tc, *0 43oti." — Verse 1. 11. THE HART WOUNDED. Aee we not warranted to infer that it was tlie wounded stag whicli David now saw, or pictured he saw, seeking the brooks ? — the hart hit by the archers, with blood-drops standing on its flanks, and its eye glazed with faintness, exhaustion, and death ? Eut for these wounds it would never have come to the Valley. It would have been nestling still up in its native heath — the thick furze and cover of the moun- tain heights of Gilead. But the shaft of the archer had sped with unerring aim ; and, with distended nostril and quivering limb, it hastens to allay the rage of its death-thirst. Picture of David, ay, and of many who have been driven to drink of that "river, the streams whereof make glad the city of God/' They are wounded spirits ; the arrow festering in their souls, and drawing their life-blood. Faint, trembling, for- 48 THE HART WOUNDED. lorn, weary, they have left the world's high ground — the heights of vanity, and indiflference, and self- righteousness, and sin — and have sought the lowly Valley of humiliation. What are some of these arrows? There are arrows from the quiver of MAN, and arrows from the quiver of God. The arroivs of man are often the cruellest of all. " Lo, the iviched bend their how, they make 7'eady their arroiv upon the string, that they may j^rivily shoot at the upright in heart" (Ps. xi. 2.) Envy is an archer. His shaft is dipped in gall and worm- wood. Jealousy is a bowman, whose barbed wea- pons cannot stand the prosperity of a rival. Ee- venge has his quiver filled with keen points of steel, that burn to retaliate the real or imagined in- jury. Malice is an archer that seeks his prey in ambush. He lurks bebind the rock. He inflicts his wanton mischief — irreparable injury — on the absent or innocent. Contempt is a bowman of soaring aim. He looks down with haughty, supercilious scorn on others. The teeth of such " are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword." (Ps. Ivii. 4.) Deceit. — He is, in these our days, a huntsman THE HART WOUNDED. 49 of repute— a modern Nimrod— with gilded arrows in his quiver, and a bugle, boasting great things, slung at his girdle. He makes his target the unsus- pecting; decoys them, with siren look, within his toils, and leaves them, wounded and helpless, on " the mountains of prey!" ''Deliver my soul, Lord, from lying lips, and from a deceitful tongue. What shall he given unto thee ? or what shall he done unto thee, thou false tongue ? 8harp arroivs of the mighty, zuith coals of juniper'' (Ps. cxx. 2-4) But there are arrows also from the quiver of God. " The arrows of tJie Almighty;' says Job, " are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit:' (Job vi. 4.) ''He hath hent His how," says Jeremiah, "and set me as a mark for the arrow. He hatli caused the arrows of His quiver to enter into my reins." (Lam. iii. 12, 13.) And who willnot breathe the prayer of the Gilead Exile at another time?— '^Xe^ me fall into the hands of God, for great are His mercies / " " Faithful are the wounds of THIS friend." (2 Sam. xxiv. 14; Prov. xxvii. 6.) We need not stop to enumerate particularly these arrows. There is the blanched arrow of sickness, the rusted arrow of poverty, the lacerating arrow of D 50 THE HAET WOUNDED. hereavement, stained and saturated with tears, and feathered from our own bosoms I There is the arrow, too, (though of a different kind,) of God\s own blessed ^Yord, "quick and powerful." " Thine arrows are sharp in the heart of the King's enemies." (Ps. xlv. 5.) Yet, blessed be God, these are often arrows which wound only to heal ; or rather, which, from the wounds they create, send the bleeding, panting, thirsting soul to seek the waters of comfort in God himself. Suffering one ! be thankful for thy wounds. But for these shafts thou mightest have been, at this moment, sleeping on the mountain heights of self- righteousness, or worldliness, or sin, with no thought of thy soul ; the streams of salvation disowned ; for- sakino^, and continuinoj to forsake, the " Fountain of Living Waters." Let me ask, Has this been the result of thy woundings ? Have they led thee from the " broken (leaky) cistern" to say, " All my springs are in Thee ? " Eemember affliction, worldly calamity, bereavement, have a twofold effect. It is a solemn alternative ! They may drive thee nearer, they may drive thee farther from, thy God. They may drive THE HAET WOUNDED. 51 thee down to the gushing stream, or farther up the cold, freezing mountain-side. The wounded hart of this Psalm, on receiving the sting of the arrow, might have plunged only deeper and deeper into the toils of the huntsmen, or the solitudes of the forest. It might have gone with its pining eye, and broken heart, and bleeding wound, to bury itself amid the withered leaves. How many there are whose afflictions seem to lead to this sad consequence ; who, when mercies and blessings are removed, abandon themselves to sullen and morbid fretfulness ; who, instead of bowiug submissive to the hand that wounds and is able to heal, seem to feel as if they were denuded of their rights. Their language is the bitter reproach of Jonah — " / do well to he angry, even unto deaths Muffling themselves in hardened unbelief, their wretched solace is that of despair — "It is better for me to die than to live'' " Blessed is the man that endueeth temptation'' not who rushes away to pine, and bleed, and die ; — or to feed still on husks and the garbage of the wilder- ness, but who makes the nobler resolve, ''I will arise and go to my Father!' Blessed is the man whose 52 THE HART WOUNDED. cry, like tliat of the child, is answered by his Heavenly Parent bending over the cradle of his sorrow ; — who feels, as the Psalmist did, that his gracious Father and God is never so near him as in a time of trial. " When my spirit was overwhelmed, THEN Thou knewest my path." The bird of the desert is said to bury its head in the sand on the api3roach of its foes, and to abandon it- self to destruction ; but blessed is the man who rather is like the bird of the grove, the first twigs of whose nest have been ruthlessly pulled to pieces by the hand of violence. Hovering for a while over her j^illaged home, she fills the wood with her plain- tive lament, then soars away from the haunt of the destroyer to begin a fresh one, in a place of safety, on the top branch of some cedar of God ! Such was the case with David on the occasion of this Psalm. He had read to him the most touching homily the world could read on the precarious tenure of earthly blessings. His sceptre, his crown, his family, were like the bubbles on that foaming stream on which he gazed, dancing their little moment on its surface, then gone, and gone for ever. Is he to abandon himself to an ignoble despair ? Is THE HART WOUKDED, 53 he to conclude that the Lord has made him a target on which to exhaust His quiver — that He has " for- gotten to be gracious?'" Is he to join marauding chiefs beyond the Jordan, savage freebooters — become a mountain adventurer on these Gentile borders, and forget Zion and Zion's God ? No 1 the earthly crown may fade, but the homeless, uncrowned, unsceptred monarch has a better home and a better King above ; invisible walls and battlements, better than all the trenches and moats of an earthly fortress, en- compass the wanderer. With his eye on these, thus he weaves his warrior song — "/ will say of the Lord, He is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer ; my God, my strength, in ivhom I tuill trust ; my hucJder, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower." (Ps. xviii. 2.) Reader ! let me ask you, in closing this chapter, are you panting for God ? This is not the way — this is not the history of most They are panting, but not for God ! They are panting up the hill, like Sisyphus, with tlieir huge stone. Ambition is panting up the hill — no time to take a breath. Pleasure is panting up the hill — pursuing her butterfly existence — a phan- 54} THE HART WOUNDED. torn chase — rushino- from flower to flower, extract- ing all the luscious sweets she can. Fame is l^anting up the hill, blowing her trumpet before her, eager to erect her own montiment on the coveted apex. Mammon is pushing np the hill with his panting team, to erect the temple of riches. Multitudes of hapless wayfarers in the same reckless scramble have tumbled into crevices, and are crying for help. Mammon's wheels are locked, — his trea- sure-chests have fallen into the mire; — and yet, on he goes, driving his jaded steeds over the poor, and weak, and helpless — ^ay, those that assisted him to load before he started at the mountain base. He must gain the top at all hazards as best he may; and he will be crowned a hero, too, and lauded for his feat ! Ah! strange that men should still be pursuing that phantom-chase. Or, rather, strange that they should live so immeasurably beneath the grandeur of their own destiny ; rasping the shallows when they should be out in the deep sea; furling and warping the sails of immortality, instead of having every available yard of canvas spread to the breeze of heaven. THE HART WOUNDED. 65 These objects of earthly, perishable pursuit, may do when the world is bright, the heart un wounded, the eye undimmed. These may do when the sun shines unclouded in our firmament, when our fields are waving, when fortune is weaving her golden web, and the bark of existence with its white sails is holding its way through summer seas. These may do when the home circle is unbroken ; when we miss no loved face, when we mark no silent voice, no vacant chair. But when the muffled drum takes the place of life's joyous music ; — when our skies are robed in sackcloth, when Nature takes on its line of ashen paleness ; when every flower, seared and frost-bitten, seems to droop its head in sadness and sorrow, and hide its tears amid withered leaves and blighted stems, exuding only the fragrance of decay ! — what then .? The prophet's voice takes up the lesson — " The voice said, Cry ; and he said, What shall I cry ? All flesh is grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of the grass ! " Poor trifler that thou art ! to be so long mocked and deceived by a dead and dying world ; desolate, friendless, hopeless, por- tionless ; a vessel driven from its moorings, out un- piloted on a tempestuous sea ! But there is a haven 56 THE HART WOUNDED. for t^e tempest-tossed. The Saidour thou hast long despised and rejected, is a provided harbour for such as tliee. " A man shall he an hiding-place from the luind, a covert from the tempest, as rivers of water in a dry place, the shadow of a great rock in a weary land." (Isaiah xxxii. 2.) Art thou panting after the streams of salvation ? The Shepherd who feeds His flock by these " still waters" thus addresses thee — Let hbi that is ATHIEST, COME. Athiest ! who is not athirst ? It is the attribute of universal humanity ! Who does not feel that this world is presenting us with muddy streams and broken, leaky cisterns ? Who does not feel, in their moments of deep and calm reflection, when we are brought face to face with the great enigma of exist- ence, that the world is serving up faded flowers instead of those redolent with imperishable fragrance, and glowuig wdth unfading bloom ? Friendless one! — thou who art standing alone like a solitary tree in the forest whom the woodman's axe has spared — thy compeers cut down at thy side — Come ! Child of calamity ! — the chill hand of penury laid on thine earthly comforts — the widow's THE nART WOUNDED. 57 cruise fast failing, her staff of bread diminishing — Come ! Child of bereavement ! — the pillars in thy heart-shrine crumbling to decay, thy head bowed like a bulrush — thou who knowest that fortune may again replace and replenish her dismantled walls, but that nothing can reanimate thy still marble, or refill the vacant niche in thy heart of hearts — Come ! Prodigal ! — wanderer from God, exile from peace, roaming the forest-haunts of sin, plunging deeper and deeper into their midnight of ruin and desj^air — has an arrow, either from the quiver of man, or of God, wounded thy heart ? Art thou, in thy agony, seeking rest and finding none, — having the gnawing feeling of dissatisfaction with all created things, and an undefined longing for a solace they cannot give 1 Yes ! for thee, too, for thy gaping, bleeding wound there is "balm in Gilead, and a Physician there." I repeat, Jesus this day stands by the glorious streams of His own purchased salvation, and cries, saying — ''If any man thiest, let him come unto me and drink !" "Yea, Lord!" be it yours to reply — "Lord, I come I thirsty, faint, forlorn, wounded, weary ! I come, 'just as I am, without one plea.' Thou art all 58 THE HART WOUNDED. I need, all I require, in sickness and health, in joy and in sorrow, in life and in death, in time and through eternity. The snow-clad hills may cease to feed the brooks ; — that sun may cease to shine, or nature grow weary of his loving beams ; — that moon may cease on her silver lyre, night by night, to discourse to the listening earth ; — the birds may become mute at the voice of the morning ; — flowers may droop, instead of ringing their thousand bells at the jubilant step of summer ; — the gasping pilgrim may rush from the stream, and prefer the fiery furnace-glow of the desert sands, — but "this God shall be my "God for ever and ever ; " and, even when death is sealing my eyes, and the rush of darkness is coming over my spirit, even then will I take up the old exile strain — the great sigh of weary humanity — and blend its notes with the song of heaven — 'As the hart panteth after the WATER-BROOKS, SO PANTETH MY SOUL AFTER THEE, OGOD.'" in. " Hear me ! To Thee my soul in suppliance turneth; Like the lorn pilgrim on the sands accursed. For life's sweet waters, God ! my spirit yearneth : Give me to drink. I perish here of thirst." " Oh, it is His own self I pant after. Fellowship — living, constant, intimate fellowship with Him, is the cry He often hears from the desolate void of my unloving heart. How do I loathe the sin which makes the atmosphere so misty — the clouds so thick and dark ! " — Life of Adelaide Newton, p. 246. " ,0ln sout rfiirstetlb for 43olJ, for tftc \\)a\nQ «6oD : xol)tn stail 31 come and appeaj: htfaj^t ^otiV— Verse 2. III. THE LIVING GOD. In the two former chapters, we listened to the first sigh of the exile — the first strain of his plaintive song. It was the groping and yearning of his soul after God, as the alone object of happiness. You may have watched the efforts of the plant, tossed amid rack and weed in some dark cellar, to climb to the light. Like the captive in the dungeon lonoino- to cool his fevered brow in the air of heaven, its sickly leaves seem to struggle and gasp for breath. They grope, with their blanched colours, towards any chink or crevice or grated window, through which a broken beam is admitted. Or garden flowers choked amid rank luxuriance, or under the shade of tree or wall, how ambitious to assert their freedom, and pay homage to the parent sun, lifting their pendant leaves or petals as a target for his golden arrows ! 62 THE LIVING GOD. The soul, away from the great Sun of its being, frets and pines and mourns ! Every affection droojDS in languor aud sadness when that light is away. Its abortive efforts to obtain happiness in other and meaner joys, and its dissatisfaction with them, is itself a testimony to the strength and loftiness of its aspiration — a manifesto of its real grandeur ! The human affections must be fastened on something ! They are like the clinging ivy which creej)S along the ground, and grasps stones, rocks, weeds, and unsightly ruins, if it can find no- thing else on which to fix its tendrils ; but when it reaches the root of the tree, or base of the castle wall, it spurns its grovelling existence, and climbs its upward way till it hangs in graceful festoons from the topmost branch or turret. We are to contemplate, now, a second breathing of this exiled supplicant — a new element in his God-ward aspiration. ''My soul thirsteth for God, foe the living God : tuhen shall I come and apj^ear before God ? " This is no mere repetition of the former verse. It invests the believer's relationship to the ol^ject of his faith and hope with a new and more solemn interest. THE LIVING GOD. 63 Eor David's present condition and experience in the land of his exile — the feeling of utter isolation throbbing through the pulses of his soul, — there were required some extraordinary and peculiar sources of comfort. The old conventional dogmas of theology, at such seasons, are insufficient. AVho has not felt, in some great crisis of their spiritual being, similar to his, wlien all the hopes and joys of existence rock and tremble to their foundations ; when, by some sudden reverse of fortune, the pride of life becomes a shattered ruin; or, by some appalling bereave- ment, the hope and solace of the future is blighted and withered hke grass ; — who has not been con- scious of a longing desire to know more of this infinite God, who holds the balances of Life and Death in His hands, and who has come forth from the inscrutable recesses of His own mysterious being, and touched us to the quick ? What of His character. His attributes, His ways ! There is a feeling, such as we never had before, to draw aside the veil which screens the Invisible. It may be faith in its feeblest form, awaking as from a dream ; lisping the very alphabet of Divine truth, and asking, in broken and stammering accents, " Does God really live I — Is it, 64 THE LIVING GOD. after all, Deity, or is it Chance, that is ruling the world ? Is this great Being near, or is He distant ? Does He take cognizance of all events in this world ; or are minute, trivial occurrences, contingent on the accidents of nature or the caprice of man? Is He THE LIVING One ? " God, a distant abstraction shrouded in the awful mystery of His own attributes, will not do ; — we must realise His presence ; our cry, at such a time, is that of the old patriarch at the brook Jabbok, or of his descendant at the brooks of Gilead — " Tell me thy name/' * Is it merely love, or is it the loving One? Is it omnipotence, or is it the almighty One? Is it some mysterious, impalpable principle, some property of matter or attribute of mind — or is it 2i personal Jehovah, one capable of loving and of being loved? Have the lips of incarnate truth and wisdom deceived us by a mere figure of speech, when, in the great Liturgy of the Church universal, in the prayer which is em- phatically "His own," He hath taught us, in its opening words, to say, " Our Father which art in heaven, hallowed be thy NAME ! " How earnestly do the saints in former times, and * Gen. xxxii. 28. THE LIVING GOD. 65 especially in their seasons of trial, cleave to the thought of this j^^rsonal presence ; in other words, a thirst for " the living God I " What was the solace of the patriarch Job, a^ he was stretched on his bed of sackcloth and ashes, when otlier friends had turned against him in bitter derision, and were loading him with their reproaches ? It was the reahsation of a living defender who would vindicate his integrity, — "T know that my Redeemer liveth." (Job xix. 25.) God appeared to Moses in a burning bush. The symbol taught him encouraging truths ; — that the Hebrew race, after all their experience of fiery trial, would come forth unscathed and unconsumed. But the shepherd-leader desired more than this : he craved the assurance of a living God — an ever-present guardian, a i:>illar to guide by day, and a column of defence by night. It was the truth that was borne to his ear from the desert's fiery oracle. There could be no grander watchword for himself, or for the enslaved people, — " God said unto Moses, I am that I am ! " No comment is subjoined ; — nothing to diminish the glory of that majestic utterance. The Almighty Speaker does 66 THE LIVI2s^G GOD. not qualify it by adding, "I am light, power, wisdom, glory;" but He simply declares His being and existence — He unfolds Himself as " the living God ! " It is enough ! Elijah is in his cave at Horeb. All nature is convulsed around him. The rocks are rent with an earthquake. The sky is lurid with lightnings. Fragments of these awful precijDices are torn and dislocated by the fury of the tempest, and go thun- dering down the Valley. Nature testifies to the presence, and majesty, and power of her God : but He is not in any of these 1 " The Lord is not there ! " The Prophet waits for a further disclosure. He is not satisfied with seeing the skirts of God's gar- ment. He must see the hand, and hear (though it be in gentle whispers) the voice of Him who sits behind the elements He has awoke from their sleep. Hence this formed the closing scene in that wild drama of the desert. "After the fire there came a still small voice." The Lord is there ! He is pro- claiming Himself the prophet's God ! with him in the depths of that howling wilderness, as He had been with him on the heights of Carmel. ''And it was so, ivhen Elijah heard it, that he wrapped his THE LIVING GOD. 67 face in his mantle, and tvent out, and stood in the entering in of the cave." (1 Kings xix. 12, 13.) Shall wt go for illustration of the same truth to New Testaiiient and gospel times ? The disciples are tossed with storm in the Sea of Tiberias. The voice of a living Saviour proclaims His name. " It is I (lit. I am) ; he not afraid I " The assurance, in that night of gloom and tempest, lulls their trembling spirits to rest. John, in Patmos, beheld, in a vision of surpassing brightness, his Lord arrayed in the lustres of ex- alted humanity. Overpowered by the glory which unexpectedly burst upon him, "he fell at His feet as one dead." His misgivings are stilled ; his con- fidence and hope restored, by the proclamation of a living Saviour-God. " I am He that liveth" (lit. THE Living One) — .and a similar comforting sym- bol was given him in a subsequent vision, when he saw that same covenant angel " ascending from the east, having the seal of the Living God." (Eev i. 18, and vii. 2.) This was " the living Jehovah" whom David now sought in the forest-depths of Gilead. He goes out to that solitude to meditate and pray. But it is no 68 THE LIVING GOD. dream of earthly conquest that occupies him. Deeper thoughts have taken possession of liis soul than the loss of a kingdom and the forfeiture of a crown ! A fiercer battle engrosses his spirit than any mortal conflict. " Let me have God/' he seems to say, " as the strength of my heart and my portion for ever, and I heed not other portions besides." At another time that lover of nature would have caught inspi- ration from the glories of the impressive sanctuary around. He would have sung of the water-brooks at his side, the trees bending in adoration, the rocky gorges through which Jordan fretted his tor- tuous way, the everlasting hills of Hermon and Le- banon, — the silent guardians of the scene, — " the wild beasts of the forest creeping forth " and " seek- ing: their meat from God." But now he has but one thought — one longing — " Thou art more glorious and excellent than the mountains of prey'' (Ps. Ixxvi. 4.) None was more dependent on the realised con- sciousness of the Divine favour than he. His Psalms seem to utter the language of one who lived in God's presence, and to whom the withdrawal of that en- dearing intercourse and communion would be death indeed. His expressions, in these holy breathings THE LIVING GOD. 69 of his soul to the Father of sjjirits, seem like those of one loving friend to another. God, the abstrac- tion of the Philosopher, has no place in his creed. He speaks of " the Lord thinking upon him," " 23utting his tears into His bottle," " guiding him with His eye,'' " His right hand uj^holding him," he himself "rejoicing under the shadow of His wings ; " and as if he almost beheld some visible, tangible form, such as Peter gazed upon when the question was put to him on the shore of Gennesaret, " Lovest thou me ? " we hear this warm, impulsive Peter of Old Testament times thus avowing his per- sonal attachment — "I luill love thee, Lord my strength ; " " / love the Lord, because He hath heard iny voice and Tny supplications ; " " The Lord LIVETH ; and blessed be my rock ; and let the God of my salvation be exalted." Eeader, do you know what it is thus to exult in God as a living God ? Not to think of Him as some mysterious Essence, who, by an Almighty fiat, impressed on matter certain general laws, and, re- tiring into the solitude of His own being, left these to work out their own processes. But is there joy to you in the thought of God ever nigh, compassing 70 THE LIVIKG GOD. your path and your lying down ? Do you know of One, brighter than the brightest radiance of the visible sun, visiting your chamber with the fir.st waking beam of the morning; an eye of infinite tenderness and com23assion following you throughout the day ; a hand of infinite love guiding you, shield- ing you from danger, and guarding you from temp- tation — the " Keeper of Israel," who " neither slum- bers nor sleeps ? " And if gladdening it be, at all times, to hear the footsteps of this living God, more especially glad- dening is it, as, with the Exile-King of Israel, in the season of trial, to think of Him and to own Him, in the midst of mysterious dealings, as One who per- sonally loves you, and who chastises you because He loves you. The world, in their cold vocabulary, in the hour of adversity, speak of Providence, " the will of Providence," " the strokes of Providence." Pro- vidence ! What is that ? Why dethrone a living God from the sovereignty of His own world? Why substitute a cold, death-like abstraction in place of a livino- One, an actino- One, a controllino- One, and (to as many as He loves) a rebuking One and a chas- tening One ? Why forbid the angel of bereavement THE LIVING GOD. 71 to drop from his wings the bahny fragrance, " Thy Father hath done it?" How it woiikl take the sting from many a goading trial thus to see, as Job did, nothing but the hand of God — to see that hand be- hind the gleaming swords of the Sabeans, the flash of the lio-htninof, and the winojs of the whirlwind — • and to say like David, on the occasion of his mourn- ful march to these very wilds of Gilead, " I ivas dumb, I opened not my mouth; because Thou didst it." (Psalm xxxix. 9.) The thought of a living God forms the happi- ness of Heaven. It is the joy of Angels. It forms the essence and bliss of glorified Saints. The re- deemed multitude, while on earth, ''thirsted'' for the living God, but they had then only some feeble foretastes of His presence. They sipped only some tiny rills flowing from the Everlasting Fountain ; now they have reached the living spring ; and the long-drawn sigh of the earthly valley is answered — " When shall we come and appear before God ? " And what this living God is to the Church above. He is also to the Church below. In one sense we need Him more ! The drooping, pining plant, bat- tered down by rain, and hail, and tempest, stands 7Z THE LIVING GOD. more in need of the fostering hand and genial sun- beam than the sturdy tree whose roots are firmly moored in the soil, or sheltered from the sweep of the storm. Pilgrims in the Valley of Tears ! seek to live more under the habitual thought of God's presence. In dark passages of our earthly history w^e know how supporting it is to enjoy the sympathy of kindred human friends. What must it be to have the consciousness of the presence, and support, and nearness of the Being of all beings ; when some cherished ''light of the dwelling" is put out, to have a better light remaining, which sorrow cannot quench ! All know the story of the little child who, in simple accents, quieted its own fears and that of others in the midst of a storm. When the planks were creaking beneath them — the hoarse voice of the thunder above mingling with that of the raging sea ; — his tiny finger pointed to the calm visage of the pilot, who was steering with brawny arm through the surge, '' My father," said he, " is at the helm /" Would you weather the tempests of life, and sit calm and unmoved amid "the noise of its many waters,'' let your eye rest on a living God — a loving Father — a heavenly Pilot. See Him guiding the THE LIVING GOD. 73 Vessel of your temj^oral and eternal destinies ! Let Faith be heard raising her triumphant accents amid the pauses of the storm — " Lord our God, who is a strong Lord like unto Thee ? Thou rulest the raging of the sea; tuhen the waves thereof arise, Thou stillest them." (Psalm Ixxxix. 9.) Above all, be it yours to enjoy what David knew imperfectly, the conscious nearness of a living Sayi- OUE, — a Brother on the throne of Heaven — " Christ our life" — God in our nature — "the man Christ Jesus," — susceptible of every human sympathy — ca- pable of entering, with infinite tenderness, into every human want and woe — bending over us with His pitying eye — ^marking out for us our path — ordering our sorrows — filling or emptying our cup — providing our pastures, and " making all things work together for our good ! " The words at this moment are as true as when, eighteen hundred years ago, they came fresh from His lij)s in Patmos — " I am the living One ! — Behold, I am alive for evermore !" (Rev. i. 18.) What is the great lesson from this meditation? Is it not to strive to he like God ? What does '' thirsting " for God mean, but a longing of the 74 THE LIYIXG GOD. soul after likeness and conformity to the Divine image ? Let us not lose the deep truth of the text under the material emblem. To thirst for God is to desire His fellowship ; and we can only hold fellowship with a congenial mind. No man is ever found to covet the companionship of those whose tastes, likings, pursuits, are opposed to his own. Place one whose character is scarred with dishonour and his life with impurity, introduce him into the company of high-souled men — spirits of sterhng in- tegrity and unblemished virtue, who would recoil from the contaminating touch of vice, wdio would scorn a lie as they would a poisoned dart — ^he cotdd not be happy ; he would long to break away from associates and associations so utterly distasteful and uncongenial. No man can thirst after God wdio is not aiming after assimilation to His character. God is HOLY. He who thirsts for God must be athirst for holiness — he must scorn impurity in all its forms, in thought, word, and deed. He who longs for the pure cistern must turn with loathing from the muddy pools of earth and sin. Again, God is LOVE. Love is pencilled by Him on every flower, and murmured in every breeze. The world is re- THE LIVING GOD. 75 sonant with chimes of love, and Calvary is love's crowning triumph and consummation. He who '' thirsts for God " " in him verily is the love of God perfected." He must have the lineaments in out- line, at least, of a loving nature. He must hate all that is selfish, delight in all that is beneficent, and seek an elevating satisfaction in being the minister of love to others. " He that dwelleth in love dwell- eth in God, and God in him." And what shall be said to those who know no- thing of this thirst for God, — to whom all that is here written is but as an idle tale ? You may pant not for Him. You may have no spirit- ual thirst for Him — no longing for His presence — no aspiration after His likeness. But still He is to you, as to the believer, a living God. Yes — scorner of His mercy ! ignore the truth as you may, the God to whom you are responsible, — the God with whom you will yet have " to do," that God LIVES ! His eye is upon you — His book is open — His pen is writing — the indelible page is filling ! You may see no trace of His footstep. You may hear no tones of His voice. His very mercy and 76 THE LIVING GOD. forbearance may be misconstrued by you, as if it indicated on His part indifference to His word and forgetfulness of your sin. You may lull yourselves into the atheist dream, that the world is governed by blind chance and fate, that His heaven and His hell are the forged names and nullities of credulity and superstition. As you see the eternal monuments of His power and glory on rock and mountain, you may affect to see in these only the dead hieroglyphics of the past — the obsolete tool-marks of the God of primeval chaos, who welded into shape the formless mass, but having done so, left it alone. The scaf- folding is removed, the Architect has gone to uprear other worlds, and abandoned the completed globe to the control of universal laws ! Nay — God lives! ''He is not far from any one of us." He is no Baal di\dnity, " asleep or taking a journey. ''' The volume of every heart is laid open to the eye of the great Heart-searcher, and vainly do you seek to elude His scrutiny. Terrible thought ! this living God against you I You living, and con- tent to live His enemy ! rushing against the bosses of His buckler ! and if you were to die, it would be in the attitude of one fighting against God ! THE LIYING GOD. 77 No longer scorn His grace or reject His warnings. He is living ; but, blessed be His name, He is living and waiting to be gracious ! You may be as stranded vessels on the sands of despair ; but the tide of His ocean-love is able to set you floating on the waters. Kepair, without delay, to His mercy-seat. Cast yourselves on His free forgiveness. Every attribute of His nature which you have now armed against you, is stretching out its hand of welcome and en- treaty. Each is like a branch of the tree of life, inviting you to repose under its shadow. Each is a rill from the everlasting fountain, inviting you to drink of the unfailing stream. See that ye refuse not Him that speaketh. He who unlocked that fountain is even now standing by it, and saying, as He contrasts it with all earth's polluted cisterns, " ]Vhosoever drinketh o/this luater shall thirst again : hut whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst ; hut the water that I shall give him shall he in him a well of ivater springing up into everlasting life." IV. " ' Wilt thou leave me thus/ I cried, * Whelm'd beneath the rolling tide ? ' Ah ! return and love me still ; See me subject to Thy will ; Frown with wrath, or smile with grace, Only let me see Thy face ! Evil I have none to fear, All is good, if Thou art near. King, and Lord, whom I adore. Shall I see Thy face no more ? " — Madame Guyon. " There is a persecution sharper than that of the axe. There is an iron that goes into the heart deeper than the knife. Crui^l sneers, and sarcasms, and pitiless judgments, and cold-hearted calumnies — these are persecution." ".JUa? ti\T5 f)ala' hizw mia meat ba)o anb ni0fit, tofjifc tf;c? contmuany 5ap unto me, il^bivc i? tbg 43 oD ?"— Terse 3. IV. THE TAUNT. We are called, in this chapter, to contemplate a new experience — David in tears ! These, his tears, brought sin to his remembrance. As, in looking through the powerful lens of a microscope, the apparently pellucid drop of water is found to be the swarming haunt of noxious things, — fierce aninial- culse devouring one another; so the tears of the Exile formed a spiritual lens, enabling him to see into the depths of his own soul, and disclosing, with microscopic power, transgressions that had long been consigned to oblivion. Ten years of regal prosperity had elapsed since the prophet Nathan, the minister of retribution, stood before him, in his Cedar Palace, with heavy tidings regarding himself and his house. Time may have dimmed the impressions of that meet- ing. He may have vainly imagined, too, that it 80 THE TAUNT. had modified the Divine displeasure. Now that his head was white with sixty winters, he may have thought that God would exempt him from further merited chastisement, and suffer him to go down to his grave in peace. But the day of reckoning, which the Divine patience had long deferred, had now come. He was called to see the first gleamings of that sword which the anointed prophet had told him would "never depart from his house." (2 Sam. xii. 10.) The voice of long averted judgment is at last heard amid the thickets and caves of Gilead, — • " These things hast thou clone, and I kept silence; thou thoughtest that I tvas altogether such an one as thyself: hut I will reprove thee, and set them in order before thine eyes!' (Ps. 1. 21.) Nature, in her auoust solitudes, echoed the verdict ! The waters murmured it — the winds chanted it — the forest wailed it — the thunders rolled it — and the tears of the lonely Exile himself wept it, — " Be sure your sin will find you out ! "' As he sat by the willows of Jordan, with his cro\siiless head and aching heart, he could say, in the words of an older Psalmist, " We are consumed by Thine anger, and by T)iy wrath are lue troubled. Thou hast set our iniqui- THE TAUNT. 81 ties before Thee, our secret sins in the light of Thij countenance." (Ps. xc. 7, 8.) How apt are we to entertain the tlionglit that God will wink at sin ; that He will not be rigidly faithful to His denunciations — unswervingly true to His word. Time's oblivion-power succeeds in erasing much from the tablets of our memories. We mea- sure the Infinite by the standard of the finite, and imagine something of the same kind regarding the Great Heart-Searcher. Sin, moreover, seldom is, in this world, instantaneously followed with punish- ment ; '' sentence against an evil work is not exe- cuted speedily ;" and the long-suffering patience and forbearance of the Almighty is presumptuously construed by perverse natures into alteration or fickleness in the Divine purpose. But " God is not a man that He should lie!" Even in this our present probation state, (oftener than we suppose,) the time arrives for solemn retribution; when He makes bare His arm to demonstrate by what an inseparable law in His moral government He has connected sin with suffering. A new missile pierces this panting, wounded Hart on the mountains of Israel. One of those who F 82 THE TAUNT. hurled the Javelm is specially mentioned in the sacred narrative. His poisoned dart must have been rankling in David's soul when he penned this Psalm. AVhen the King was descending the eastern slopes of Olivet, on his way to the Valley of Jordan, Shimei, a Benjamite of Bahurim, of the house of Saul, came out against him, '' and!' we read, " cursed still as he came. And he cast stones at David, and at all the servants of King David: and cdl the people and all the mighty men were on his right hand and on his left. And thus said Shimei ivhen he cursed, Come out, come out, thou blood}/ man, and thou man of Belial : the Lord hath returned upon thee all the hlood of the house of Said, in luhose stead thou hast reigned ; and the Lord hath delivered the kingdom into the hand of Absalom thy son: and, behold, thou art taken in thy mischief, because thou art a bloody man. And as David and his men luent by the luay, Shimei luent along on the hill's side over against him, and cursed him as he went, and threw stones at him, and cast dust." (2 Sam. xvi. 5-8, 13.) Be- sides this son of Gera, there were many obsequious flatterers and sycophants at Jerusalem — men once his THE TAUNT. 83 cringing adherents, loud with their hosannahs in the time of his prosperity — who had now turned against him in his adversity, and become the jDartisans of the usurper. They exulted over his downfall, and followed him to the place of exile with the taunting cry, " Where is now thy God ? " " i/me enemies^' said he, " speak against me ; and they that lay wait for my soul take counsel together, saying, God hath forsaken him : persecute and take him; for there is none to deliver hiin^ (Psalm Ixxi. 10, 11.) There is no trial keener, no anguish of soul in- tenser than this. Let not any talk of taunt and ridicule beino^ a trivial and insimificant thins; — unworthy of thought. Let not any say that the believer, entrenched in a lordly castle — the very fortress of God — should be above the shafts hurled from the bow of envy, or the venomous arrows from the tongue of the scofifer. It is often because the taunt is contemptible that it is hardest to bear. The sting of the adder rouses into fury tlie lordly lion. The tiniest insect blanches the colour of the loveliest flower, and causes it to hang its pining head. Sorrow is in itself difficult of endurance, but bitter is the aggravation when others are ready to 84 THE TAUNT. make a jest of our sorrows. No water is bad enough to the fainting i)ilgiini, but worse is it when he is mocked by the mirage or bitter pool. All the more poignant, too, were these tannts in the case of David, because too well did he know that such reproaches were merited, — that he himself had furnished his enemies with the gall and the wormwood that had been mingled in his cup. The dark, foul blots of his past life, he had too good reason to fear, were now emboldening them to blas- pheme. He had for years been " the Sweet Singer of Israel;" — his future destiny was the Psalmist of the universal Church. His subhme appeals, and fervent prayers, and holy musings, were to support, and console, and sustain till the end of time, bul- lions on millions, on beds of pain, and in hours of solitude and times of bereavement, were to have their faith elevated, their hopes revived, their love warmed and strengthened by listening to the harp of the Minstrel King. And now, as his faitli begins to languish, now as a temporary wave of temptation sweeps him from his footing on the Rock, and tlie " Beloved of God " wanders an exile and outcast, — a shout is raised by those who were strangers to all THE TAUNT. 85 his sublime sources of consolation — " Where is noiu thy God I Where is He whom thou hast sung of as the help of the g<^dly, the refuge of the dis- tressed ? Where, uncrowned one ! is the answer to thy prayers? Where is He of whom thou didst boast as being known in all thy Zion palaces as a refuge ? Thou hast taught others and taught thy- self to believe a lie. Lucifer, son of the morn- ing 1 how art thou fallen ! " For the moment, this crushing sarcasm can be answered by nothing but a flood of anguished tears. He was below the wave ; and though he was soon to know that below that wave there was an Arm lower still, yet for the present he was dumb under the averment. There was no light in the cloud. He was unable to lay hold of a former comforting ex- perience — " Thou hast hioivn my soul in adversi- ties." (Psalm xxxi. 7.) Oh, how jealous we should be of anything that would reduce us so low as this, and give a handle to the adversary ! Beware of religious inconsistency. One fatal step, one unguarded word may undo a lifetime of hallowed influence. One scar on the character, one blot on the page of the living epistle 86 Thii] TAUNT. is indelible. It may he washed away, indeed, by the blood of sjDrinkling, so that nothing of it will remain against you in the book of God ; but the eye and memory of the world, keen to watch and treasure the inconsistencies of God's people, will not so easily forgive or forget ! The Hart laid itself open to the toils of the huntsman. It was hit by the archers. One fierce dart of temptation sped with unerring aim. It has left the track of blood behind it in the glades of the forest — the unbelieving world hounds in remorseless pursuit, and the taunting cry will follow to the grave ! Are there any who feel that the experience of David is their own, — who either by reason of reli- gious inconsistency or religious declension have laid themselves open to the upbraiding question, " Where is thy God V — Perhaps religious declension is the more common of the two. You are not, as we have surmised in a previous chapter, what once you were. You have not the same love of the Saviour as once you had — the same confidence in His dealings — the same trust in His faithfulness — the same zeal for His glory. Afiliction, when it comes, does not lead you, as once it did, to cheerful acquiescence — to the THE TAUNT. 8T clierishing of a meek, unmurmuring submissive spirit under God's sovereign will and discipline, but rather to a hasty, misgiving frame— fretting and repining when you should be prostrate at the mercy- seat, saying, " The luill of the Lord be done /" Not in scorn, but in sober seriousness, in Chris- tian affection and fidelity, we ask, " Where is now thy God r " Ye did run well ; who hath hindered you r What is the guilty cause, the lurking evil, that has dragged you imperceptibly down from weakness to weakness, and has left you a poor, baffled thing, with the finger of irrehgious scorn pointed at you, and whose truthfulness is echoed back from the lonely voids of your desolate heart? Eeturn, backsliding children ! Eeniain no longer as you are, at this guilty distance from that God who, amid all the fitfulness of your love to Him, re- mains unahered and unalterable in His love to you. Be not absorbed in tears, wringing your hands in moping melancholy— abandoning yourself to ima- vailing remorse and despair. The past may be bad enough! You may have done foul dishonour to your God. By some sad and fatal inconsistency, you may have given occasion to the ungodly to point 88 THE TAUJST. at you the finger of scorn. The fair alabaster pillar may be stained with some crimson transgression. Or if there be no special blot to which they can point, there may be a lamentable spiritual deterioration in your daily walk. They may have observed your love to God waxing cold — your love of the world wax- ing strong. They may have heard you nmrmur at your Lord's dealings, question His faithfulness, and refuse to hear and to bear the rod — manifesting tem- pers, or indulging in pursuits sadly and strangely unlike what would be sanctioned by the example of your Divine Eedeemer. Up ! and with determined energy resolve henceforth to repair the breach, — henceforth to make a new start in the heavenly life. The shrill trumpet sounds — "Aiuake, thou that steep- est, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give thee life ! " We cannot say, like the King of Nine- veh, " Who can tell if God will turn and repent r He has never turned ! You have turned from Him, not He from yoa. " Where is now thy God I " He is the same as ever He was ; — boundless in His compassion — true to His covenant — faithful to His promises ; '' the same yesterday, and to-day, and for ever I " THE TAUNT. 89 Eeader ! if He be afflicting you as He did Da- vid ; — if with an exile spirit you be roaming some moral wilderness, the flowers of earth faded on your path, and the bleak winds of desolation and cala- mity sweeping and sighing around, let these times of affliction lead to deep searchings of heart. Let your tears be as the dewdrops of the morning on the tender leaves, causing you to bend in lowly sorrow and self-abasement, only to be raised again, refresh- ed, to inhale new fragranx^e in the summer sun. If, like the weeping woman of Galilee, you are saying, through blinding tears, " They have taken away my Lord, and I know not ivhere they have laid Him" — if, like the Spouse in the Canticles, you are going about the city in search of your Beloved ; — seeking Him, He will be found of you. The watchmen may smite you — repel you — tear off" your veil — and load you with reproaches; — but "fear not ! ye seek Jesus who ivas crucified !" He will meet you as He did the desponding Magdalene, and, listening like her to His own tones of ineffable love, you will cast your- self at His feet, and exclaim, " Eabboni — Mastek ! " 4 V. " He wounds, and hides the hand that gave the "blow j He flies, He reappears, and wounds again; Was ever heart that loved thee treated so ? Yet I adore Thee, though it seem in vain." — Coii-per. "Because for thy sake I have borne reproach; shame hath covered my face. I am become a stranger unto my brethren, and an alien unto my mother's children. Reproach hath broken my heart ; and I am full of heaviness : and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none ; and for comforters, but I found none." — Psalm Ixix. 7, 8, 20. " X^.x} tears fjalic liccn mn meat ban anH rn'ol^t, to^ile tj^eio continuaH? saio unto me, lD[;ere is t&p 43oti ? "— Verse 3. V. THE TAUNT. The Great Accuser of the brethren in a variety of ways attempts to insinuate the same dark doubts in the minds of believers, which we have spoken of in the preceding pages. He tries to shake their confi- dence in God, — in the veracity of His word, and the faithfulness of His dealings. He would lead them to discover in His providential dispensations what is in- consistent with His revealed character and will. In seasons particularly of outward calamity and trouble, when the body is racked with pain, its nerves un- strung, or its affections blighted and wounded — when the mind is oppressed and harassed, the soul in dark- ness — the Prince of this world, who times his as- saults with such consummate skill, not unfrequently gains in such seasons a temporary triumph. The shadow of a cold scepticism passes over the soul. It is silent under the cry, " Where is thy God ? " 92 THE TAUNT. Have any of you ever known this acutest anguish of the human spirit, — those appalling moments of doubt, when for a moment the whole citadel of truth seems to rock to its foundations, — when the soul becomes a dungeon with grated bars, or in which the licfht of heaven is transmitted throuo;h distorted glass, and the finger of unbelief is pointed inwards, with the old sneer, " Where is the God you were wont to boast of in your day of prosperity? Where is there evidence that one prayer you ever offered has been heard — one blessing you ever supplicated been granted — one evil you ever deprecated been averted or removed ? Where one evidence of His hand in your allotments in life ? These heavens have never broken silence ! Hundreds of years have elapsed since His voice was last heard. Moreover, you have only some old parchment leaves written by converted Pharisees and Galilean fishermen to tell that Deity ever gave audible utterances out of the thick dark- ness. May not His very being be after all a fiction, a delusion — His Bible a worn-out figment which superstition and priestcraft have successfully palmed upon the world ? Or if you do believe in a God and in a written revelation, have you not good reason, at THE TAUNT. 93 all events, to infer from His adverse dealings that He cares nothing for you. He has proved Himself deaf to your cries. Where is the mercy in such an afflic- tion as yours ? He has crossed your every scheme, blasted your fairest gourds. His appointments are surely arbitrary. He takes useful lives, and leaves useless ones. He takes the wheat, and leaves the chaff. The chairs he empties are those of the kind and good, the loving and beloved. He leaves the wicked, and proud, and selfish, and profligate. Can there be a God on the earth ? Where is the justice and judgment which are 'the habitation of His throne ' — where the ' mercy and the truth ' that are said to ' go before His face V " Such, you may say, are awful imaginations — too a\\^ful to speak of. But such there are ! It is the horror of great darkness — spirits from the abyss sent to trouble the pools of ungodly thought, and stir them from their depths. Ye who are thus assaulted, do you ever think, in the midst of these horrible insinuations, of One who had to bear the same ? Think of that challenge which wrung a spotless human soul in the hour of its deepest anguish — '' He trusted on the Lord that He 94 THE TAUNT. would deliver him : let Him deliver him, seeing he delighted in Him." (Ps. xxii. 8.) It was the same taunt in His case as in yours ! It was the cruel, poignant sneer, that He had, during all his lifetime of confiding filial love, been trusting to a falsehood, — that if God had really been His Father and He His Son, ten thousands of legions of angels would have been down now by the side of His cross to unbind His cords and set the Victim free ! Let the merciful, the wondrous forbearance of Christ be a lesson to ourselves in the endurance of the taunts of a scornful world and of the Father of lies. How easily might He have resented and answered the challenge by a descent from the cross, by having the pierced feet and hands set free, — the crown of thorns replaced by a diadem of glory, scattering the scofiinoj crew like chaff before the whirlwind ! But in meek, majestic silence the Lamb of God suffers Himself to be bound, the Victim gives no struggle. Let them scoff on I He will save others. Himself he will not save ! Nor did all their scoffing, their taunts and ridicule, tend for a solitary moment to shake His confidence in His heavenly Father. These fell like spent spray on the Eock of Ages. When THE TAUNT. 95 the Clip of trembling was in His hands, sinking humanity for the moment seemed to stagger. He breathed the prayer, " Let it pass from me." But immediately He added the condition of nn swerving filial trust, " Nevertheless, my Father, not as I luill, hut as Thou wilt." Even in the crisis of all, when He was mourning the eclipse of that Father's countenance — in that last gasp of superhuman agony, He proclaims, in answer to the taunts of earth and hell, His unshaken trust, " My God, my God ! " Comforting surely to the reviled, the ridiculed, and persecuted, that, severe and poignant as their sorrow is, they are undergoing only what their Lord and Master, in an inconceivably more awful form, expe- rienced before them! Yes ! think how He had to encounter the ingratitude of faithless, the treachery of trusted friends. The limbs He healed brought no succour — the tongues He unloosed lisped no accents of compassion — the eyes He unsealed gave no looks of love. Those lips that spake as never man spake, drop- ping wherever they went balm-words of mercy, now in vain make the appeal to the scoffing crowd, "Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, ye my friends, for the hand of God hath touched me ! " Oh, when 96 THE TAUNT. in deeper than the water-floods of Gilead, this wound- ed Hart of Heaven lay panting and bleeding under the curse, — when arrow after arrow was poured upon Him from the sliafts of men, and the bitter cry re- sounded in His dying ears, Where is thy God ? — how did He answer? what was His response? Listen to the apostle's sublime comment on that scene of blended love and suffering — " Who, luhen He was reviled, reviled not again; when He suffered. He theeatened not ; but committed himself to Him that judgeth etghteously/' As the face, the hidden face of God, beamed upon the Son of His love in the midst of that apparent desolation, so will it be, children of affliction and sorrow ! with you. Others may see in your tears nothing but an indication of the desertion of God, — the visitations of His wrath and judgment. But believe it, these very experiences of trouble and calamity, of bereavement or death, are all meted out and apportioned for you in love — drop by drop, tear by tear. Seek to see God's hand in all that befalls you. Try, even in the most adverse j^rovidences, to rise above second causes. Be it with you as with David in his conduct towards Shimei. When the THE TAUNT. 97 insulting Benjamite was hurling these cruel taunts against the exiled King and the sorrowing Father, — when his incensed soldiers, burning with indigna- tion, were on the point of drawing their swords and inflicting summary vengeance on the scoffer — '* Why should this dead dog," said Abishai, " curse my lord the king 1 let 'me go over. I j^ray thee, and take off his head " — David's reply is, " Nay ! I hear not that man's voice — I see not that man's face — my eye is above the human instrument, on the God. who sent him — ' Let him curse on, for the Lord hath hidden him.' " (2 Sam. xvi. 11.) Trust God in tlie dark. Ah ! it is easy for us to follow Him and to trust Him in sunshine. It is easy to follow our Leader as Israel did the pillar- cloud, when a glorious pathway was opened up for them through the tongue of the Red Sea — when they pitched under shady palms and gushing foun- tains, and heaven rained down bread on the hungry camp. But it is not so easy to follow when foun- tains fail and the pillar ceases to guide, and all out- ward and visible supports are withdrawn. But then is the time for faith to rise to the ascendant; — when the world is loud with its atheist sneer, THEN 98 THE TAUNT. is the time to manifest a simple, child-like trust, and, amid baffling dispensations and frowning pro- vidences, to exclaim, " Though He slay me, yet ivill I trust in Him ! ' Yes — " troubled, we are XOT distressed ; perpleooed, we are NOT in despair ; persecuted, we are not /or- saken ; cast doiun, we are not destroyed." We ARE ready, scofhng world I to answer the question, Where is thy God ? Child of Sickness ! bound down for years on that lonely 23illow ! — the night-lamp thy companion — disease wasting thy checks and furrowing thy brow — ^weary days and nights appointed thee — tell me, Where is thy God ? He is here, is the reply ; His presence takes loneliness from ray chamber and sadness from my countenance. His promises are a pillow for my aching head, — they point me onwards to that better land where " the inhabitant shall no more say, I am sick ! " Child of Poverty ! Where is thy God ? Can He visit this rude dwelling? Can God's promises be hung on these broken rafters ? Can the light of His word illumine that cheerless hearth and sustain that bent figure shivering over its smouldering ashes ? THE TAUNT. 99 Yes ! He is here. The lips of Truth that uttered the beatitude, " Blessed he ye poor" have not spoken in vain. Bound down by chill penury — forsaken and forgotten in old age— no footstep of mercy heard on my gloomy threshold— no lip of man to drop the kindly word — no hand of succour to replenish the empty cupboard— that God above has not deserted me. He has led me to seek and lay up my treasure in a home where want cannot enter, and where the beggar's hovel is transformed into the kingly mansion! Beeeaved One ! Where is thy God ? Where is the arm of Omnipotence thou wast wont to lean upon ? Has He forgotten to be gracious ? Has He mocked thy prayers, by trampling in the dust thy dearest and best, and left thee to pine and agonise in the bitterness of thy swept heart and home ? Nay, He is here I He has swept down my fondest idol, but it was in order that He himself might occupy the vacant seat. I know Him too well to question the faithfulness of His word, and the fidelity of His dealings. I have never known what a God He was, till this hour of bitter trial overtook me ! There wa5 a " need be " in every tear — every death-bed — every grave ! 100 THE TAUNT. DYmG Man ! the billows are around thee — the world is receding — the herald symptoms of approach- ing dissolution are gathering fast around thy pil- low — the soul is pluming its wings for the immortal flight ; ere memory begins to fade, and the mind becomes a waste, — ere the names of friends, when mentioned, will only be answered by a dull, vacant look, and then the hush of awful silence, — tell me, ere the last lingering ray of consciousness and thought has vanished, Where is thy God ? He is here ! I feel the everlasting arms under- neath and round about me. Heart and flesh are failing. The mists of death are dimming my eyes to the things below, but they are opening on the magnificent vistas of eternity. Yondee He is ! seated amid armies of angels. " My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God ! " " This God shall BE MY God for ever and ever ! " VI. " Dear is the Sabbath morn to me, AVhen village bells awake the day. And with their holy minstrelsy Call me from earthly cares away. " And dear to me the winged hour, Spent in thy hallow'd courts, Lord, To feel devotion's soothing power, And catch the manna of Thy Word. " And dear to me the loud 'Amen,' That echoes through the blest abode — That swells, and sinks, and swells again. Dies on the ear — but lives to God. " Oft when the world, with iron hand. Has bound me in its six days' chain. This bursts them, like a strong man's band. And bade my spirit live again." " And the king said unto Zadok, Carry back the ark of God into the city : if I shall find favour in the eyes of the Lord, he will bring me again, and shew me both it, and his habitation."— 2 Sa7n. XV. 25. " lDl)cn 3" rcmemicu thisc tfingsf, 3? pour out mn 5ou{ in \m : for 3^ fiati r^o\K \nirl) th>: muTtitubr, f ttjtnt 'with tf)rm 'o vh: fjousc of «i?oi), laid) tht \ioicc of jo? anti praise, mnh a muUituDe tf;at hcpt fjotn-Dan. — Verne 4. VI. SABBATH MEMORIES. We always commiserate those \vlio have seen better days. Poverty, indeed, under any form, appeals with irresistible power to the sympathies of our better nature. The most heartless and indiflferent cannot refuse the tribute of pity to the ragged beggar shivering on the street, or seated in his hovel by the ashes of a spent fire, brooding over a wretched past, with the grim spectral forms of want hovering over a miserable future. Sad, however, as the condition of such may be, habit, in one sense, may have become to that squalid pauper a second nature. He may never have known a more jDros^Derous state. He may have been inured from his earliest years to buffet life's wintry storm. Chill penury may have rocked his cradle, and ever since sung her rude lullaby over his pallet of straw. Far more is to be pitied the case of those who have sunk from comfort into indigence, around whose 104 SABBATH MEMORIES. early home no bleak winds of adversity ever blow, who were once pillowed in the lap of plenty if not of luxury, but who, by some sudden wave of cala- mity, have become wrecks on life's desert shore. If there be one being on God's earth more to be pitied than another, it is the mother of a once joyous home, turned adrift, in the hour of her widowhood, with her ragged children ; — forced to sing, from door to door, to escape the jaws of hungry famine, — iU disguising, under her heap of squalid rags or her trembling notes of sorrow and despair, the story of brighter days. Similar is the commiseration we extend (let the shores of this Eefuge Island of ours bear testimony) to the hapless patriot or the fallen monarch. These may have been hurled from j)ositions of influence or Jpinnacles of glory more by their crimes than by their misfortunes. The revolutionary wave that swept them from their country or their thrones may have been a just retribution for misrule ; but it is their hour of adversity ! They have seen better and more auspicious times. Pity for the fallen knocks, and never knocks in vain, at the heart of a great nation's sympathies. SABBATH MEMORIES. 105 Such was David's position at tliis time. Denied the sympathy of others, his own. soul is filled with recollections of a far different past. The monarch of Israel, the beloved of God, the idol of his people ; now a fugitive from his capital — his palace sacked — his crown dishonoured — wandering in ignoble exile — a wreck of vanished glory ! But it is not these features of his humiliatino- fall on which his mind mainly dwells. It is not the thought of his sceptre wrested from his grasp — his army in mutiny — his royal residence a den of traitors — that fills his soul with most poignant sorrow. He is an exile from the House of God ! The joy of his old Sabbaths is for the time suspended and for- feited. No more is the sound of silver trumpets heard summoning the tribes to the new moons and solemn feast-days! No more does he behold, in thought, the slopes of Olivet studded with pilgrim tents or made vocal with " songs in the night ! " No more does he see the triumphant procession wend- ing up the hill of Zion — timbrel and pipe and lute and voice celebrating in glad accord the high praises of God ; — " the singers in front, and the players on instruments behind." — he himself, harp in hand, (the 106 SABBATH MEMOEIES. true father of his people,) leading the jubilant chorus, and Jehovah commanding upon all " the blessing, even life for evermore ! " How changed ! To this Sabbath-loving and Sab- bath-keeping King nothing but the memory of these remained. " When 1 7^emember these things, I pour out my soul in me : for I had gone luith the multi- tude, I ivent luith them to the house of God, ivith the voice of joy and praise, ivith a multitude that kept holy -day." Jerusalem was the jDride and glory of the Jew. 'V\nierever he went, he turned to it as to his best and fondest home. The windows of Daniel's cham- ber WTre " open towards Jerusalem." With his eye in the direction of the holy city, " he kneeled upon his knees three times a-day, and p)rayed, and gave thanks before his God, as he did aforetime" (Dan. vi. 10.) Jonah was in the strangest of prisons. "The depths closed round about hini, the w^eeds were wrapped about his head, and the earth with its iron bars.'' From " the belly of hell " he sent up his cry to God. " I am cast out of thy sight, yet I will look again toward thy holy temple." (Jonah ii. 2.) Captive Israel are seated, in mute despondency, by SABBATH INIEMORIES. 107 the willowed banks of the streams of Babylon. The Euphrates (an ocean river compared with the tiny streams of Palesthie) rolled past them. The city of the hundred gates rose, like a dream of giant glory, before their view, with its colossal walls, and towers, and hanging gardens. Yet what were they in the eyes of these exile spectators ? Shadows of great- ness in com2:»arison with tlie city and temple of their fathers amid the hills of Judah ! When their oppressors demanded of them a Hebrew melody, saying, " Sing us one of the songs of Zion," they answered, through hot tears of sorrowful remem- brance, "How shall ive sing the Lord's song in a strange land?" (Ps. cxxxvii. 4.) So it was with David now. As a bird taken from its home in the forest and placed in a cage, refuses to warble a joy- ous note, — beats its plumage against the enclosing bars, and struggles to get free — so he seems to long for wings that he may flee away to the hallowed eaves of the sanctuary, and be at rest I He himself, indeed, uses a similar figure. He tells us, in another Psalm, vv'ritten on this same occasion, that so blessed did he feel ttiose to be who enjoyed the privilege of " dwelling in God's house," and so 1 08 SABBATH MEMORIES. ardent was his longing to participate in their joy, that he half-envied the swallows who constructed their nests upon its roof. (Ps. Ixxxiv.) He was not without his solaces in this season of reverse and calamity. He had many faithful adherents still clinging to him in his adversity. The best and bravest chieftains .rom the tribes on the other side of the Jordan sup- plied his droo23ing followers with the produce of their rich pasture lands. " Shohi of Ammon, and Machir of Lo-dehar, and Barzillai the Gileadite "' — these brought, besides camp utensils, " wheat, and harley, and flour, and parched corn, and beans, and lentiles, and imrched pidse, and honey, and butter, and, sheep, and cheese of kine, for David, and for the j)6ople that luere with him, to eat : for they said. The people is hungry, and iveary, and thirsty, in the luildernessy (2 Sam. xvii. 27-29.) Glorious, too, Avas Nature's temple around him. Its pillars the moun- tains — the rocks its altar — the balmy air its incense ■ — the range of Lebanon, rising like a holy of holies, with its reverend curtain of mist and cloud, and snowy Hermon towering in solemn grandeur above all, as the very throne of God ! Yet what were these compared with Jerusalem, the place of sacrifice, tlie SABBATH MEMORIES. lOO resting-place of the Shekiimh-glory, the city of so- lemnities, " whither the tribes go up, the tribes of the Lord, unto the testimony of Israel, to give thanks unto the name of the Lord /" (Ps. cxxii. 4.) This wounded Hart pants for the water-brooks of Zion ; Nature's outer sanctuary had no glory to him, '' by reason of the glory that excelleth." The God who dwelleth between the cherubim had " chosen Zion, and desired it for His habitation," saying, " This is my rest for ever : here will I diuell ; for I have destined it.'' (Ps. cxxxii. 13, 14.) With the windows of his soul, like Daniel, thrown " open towards Je- rusalem," and his inner eye wistfully straining to its sunny heights, his ear catching the cadence of its festive throng, he seems to say, '' If I forget thee, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth ; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy!' (Ps. cxxxvii. 5, 6.) Do we prize the blessing of our Sabbaths and our sanctuaries ? can we say, with somewhat of the em- phasis of this expatriated King — " One thing have 1 desired of the Lord, that will I seek after ; that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of 110 SABBATH MEMORIES. my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord, and to in- qiiii^e in His temple T' Alas ! when we are living in the enjoyment of blessings, too true it is that we have seldom a vivid sense of their value. He who is born in a free country, to whom slavery and oppression are strange words, seldom realises the priceless boon of liberty. But let him suddenly be made the victim of tyrant thraldom ; let him feel the irons loading his body, or the worse than mate- rial shackles fettering liberty of thought and action, and how will the strains of freedom fall like hea- venly music on his ear ! When we are in the enjoyment of health and strength, how little do we prize the boon. But let us be hiid on a bed of languishing ; let the sick lamp flicker for weeks by the sleepless pillow; let the frame be so shattered that even the light tread of loving footsteps across the room quickens the beat of the throb- bing brow. In waking visions of these lonely night-watches, how does the day of elastic vigour and unbrolcen health rise before us ! how do we reproach ourselves that the boon Vv^as so long ungratefully forgotten and unworthily requited ! A parent little knovrs the slrcivvtli cf the tie which binds SABBATH MEMORIES. Ill him to his child during the brief loan of a loved existence. He gets habituated to the winning ways, and loving words, and constant companionship. He comes to regard that little life as part of himself. He does not fully realise the blessing, because he has never dreamt of the possibility of its removal. But when the starthng blow comes, — when death, in cu unexpected moment, has severed the tie, — when ills eye lights on the emjDty chair or the unused toy, — when the joyous footfall and artless i^rattling are licard no more, — then comes he to gauge all the depth and intensity of his affection, and to feel how tenderly (too tenderly !) that idol was enshrined in Ids heart of hearts ! So it is with religious privileges. In such a land as our own, in which, from our earliest infancy, we have been accustomed to a hallowed Sabbath, an open sanctuary, an unclasped and nnforbidden Bible, v/e do not fully estimate the priceless value of the spiritual blessings bequeathed to ns, because never have we felt the loss or the want of them. But go to some land of heathenism, where the exiled child of a British Christian home finds neither minister nor House of God. Go to the thousands who have be- 112 SABBATH MEMORIES. taken themselves to a voluntary exile amid American forests or Australian pastures. Or go to the lands of apostate Christendom, where the Bible is a sealed book, and religious liberty is an empty name ; where souls thirsting for the living stream are compelled to drink from some adulterated cistern. Alas ! many in such circumstances are content to sink into a listless indifference ; cold and lukewarm at home, they are too ready to lapse into the chill of spiritual death abroad. But there are others who have not so readily obliterated the holiest records of the past. Ask many tired and jaded emigrants, conscious of nobler aspirations than this world can meet, what recollections, more hallowed than others, linger on their spirits ? They will tell you it is the memory of the Sabbath rest and the Sabbath sanctuary , when, at the summons of the village bell, mountain and glen and hamlet poured forth their multitudes to the house of God; seated wherein, the burdens and anxieties, the cares and disquietudes of the work-day \vorld were hushed and set aside, and in listening to the words of everlasting life, sorrows were soothed, faith was revived, and hope brightened. " God," their cry is, " our flesh longeth for thee in a SABBATH MEMOKIES. 113 dry and thirsty land, where no water is ; to see Thy poiver and Thy glory, so as tue have seen Thee in the sanctuary." * Let us seek to prize our means of grace while we have them. In a country which is the reputed palladium of liberty; — where the great- est of all liberty, the liberty of the truth, has been purchased by the blood of our fathers, — the time, we trust, with God's help, may never come when these bulwarks will be overthrown — when our sanctuaries will be closed — our Bibles proscribed — our Sabbaths blotted from the statute-book — and bigotry, in league with rampant infidelity, again forge the chain and rear the dungeon. But remem- ber, that j)rotracted sickness or disease may at any time overtake us, and debar us from the precious blessings of the public sanctuary. Yes ! I say the public sanctuary. God's appointed ordinances can never be superseded or rendered obsolete by human substitutes. Some may urge that books now-a-days are better than any preaching ; — that the press is more potent and eloquent than any living voice. But church or pulpit is not a thing of man's device. * Psalm Ixiii. 1, 2. H 114« SABBATH MEMOKIES. It is a divine institute. The speaker is an ambassa- dor in his Master's name, charged with a vast mission from the court of high lieaven, and the House of God is the appointed audience-chamber. God does not, indeed, (nay, far from it,) forsake " the dwellings of Jacob." The lowliest cottage-home may become a Bethel, with a ladder of love set between earth and heaven, traversed by ministering angels ! The se- cluded sick-chamber may become a Patmos, bright with manifestations of the Eedeemer's presence and grace ! But, nevertheless, " Thy way, God, is in the sanctuary'' The promise remains, " I will make my people joyful in my house of prayer '' It is the solemn " trysting-place " — the pledged ground of covenant intercommunion. "Theee / luill meet luith thee, and commune luith thee from off my mercy- seat!'' "The Lord loveth the gates of Zionl" " How goodly are thy tents, Jacob, and thy tabernacles, Israel ! " * Eeader, let me ask, How stands it with you ? Are you conscious of a reverential regard and attach- ment to God's holy place ? Does the return of the Sabbath awake in your heart the old melody of this * Ex. XXV. 22 ; Psalm Ixxxvii. 2 ; Numb. xxiv. 5. SABBATH MEMORIES. 115 sweet singer of Israel, — " This is the day which the Lord hath made ; we will rejoice and he glad in it V * Do you go to the solemn assembly, not to hear the messenger but the message ; — not to pay hom- age to a piece of dust, (the vilest and most degraded form of idolatry,) but feeling yourself a beggar in the sight of God, with a soul to save, and an eternity to provide for ? Do you approach it as the place of prayer, over which the cloud hovers laden with spiritual blessings ? Do you go to it as " the house of God," seeking fellowship and communion with the Father of spirits ; desiring that all its services — its devotions, and praises, and exhortations — may become hallowed magnets, drawing you nearer and binding you closer to the mercy-seat ? Oh, let not the boon of Sabbath privileges degenerate into an empty form, the mere pageant of custom. Let the Sabbath hours be sacredly kept. Let their lessons be sacredly treasured. Let their close find you a Sab- bath-day's j ourney nearer heaven. Let their hallowed fragrance follow you through the week. Let them be landmarks in the pilgrimage ; towering behind you the further you go — like Alp piled on Alp, flushed * Psalm cxviii. 24. 116 SABBATH MEMORIES. with roseate liglit, guiding and cheering you when low down in the valleys of trial and sorrow, and when called to descend the last and gloomiest Valley of all. David is mourning, in the words which have given rise to these thoughts, over his altered Sabbath joys. It may be there are some reading these pages, who, though they know nothing like him of literal exile and banishment from the sanctuary, may yet be able painfully to participate in his feelings ! They are seated, Sabbath after Sabbath, in their pews ; their Bibles are in their hands — the living words of the preacher are sounding in their ears ; but their experience may be best interpreted by the language of the Christian poet : — " Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and His Word ? " How blest the hours I once enjoy 'd ! How sweet their memory still ! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill" Memory can travel back on Sabbaths and commu- nion seasons when a sunshine of holy joy irradiated their spirits ; when their Sabbath was one hallowed Emmaus-journey ; — they, during its sanctuary-hours, SABBATH MEMOEIES. 117 travelling side by side with Jesus, and He causing their hearts, as He did those of the disciples of old, to " burn within them/' They were wont to come and depart, saying, " This is none other than the house of God ; this is the gate of heaven" Now they feel that all is sorrowfully altered. They have comparatively no joy, as once they had, when the Sabbath morning dawns. When they seat them- selves in church, there is no fervour in their praises — no earnestness in their prayers — no childlike teachableness in hearinoj. There is more criticisino; of the preacher than worshipping God. There is no living flame on the heart-altar ; their befitting ex- clamation is that of the prophet, " My leanness I my leanness ! " They are ready, in the bitterness of their spirits, to say, " When I remember these things, my soul is poured out luithin me." Sad it is to have no meat ; but sad, too, when we have food and cannot enjoy it! Sad it is, as exiles in a strange land, to have no Sabbath- gates flung open to us, and no Sabbath-bells to welcome the day of God ; but sadder still to have these solemn chimes within hearing ; — to have our sanctuaries open, and faithful ministers proclaiming 118 SABBATH MEMORIES. the words of eternal life, and yet to listen with the adder's ear ; — to listen as the dead in our church- yards listen to the tears and laments of the living ! What should be done hi such a case as this? Trace the muddy and turgid stream to its source. Discover what earthly clouds are dimming the spiritual firmament, and hiding the shinings of the Divine countenance. Sin, in some shape or other, must be the fruitful cause. It may be some posi- tive and persevered-in transgression; indulgence in which, shuts up the avenues of prayer, and denies all access to the mercy-seat. Or it may be some no less culpable sin of omission. That mercy-seat may have become unfrequented ; the rank grass may be waving over its once beaten foot-road ; the altar- fire languishing in the closet, must necessarily languish in the sanctuary too. How can the House of God be now fragrant with blessing, if the life is spent in guilty estrangement from Him I Keligion cannot be worn as a Sabbath garment, if garments soiled with sin be worn throughout the week. Self-exile from the joys of the sanctuary ! return henceforth to God. If it be positive sin which is marrinir former blessedness, cast out the troubler in SABBATH MEMOEIES. 119 Israel If it be duties omitted, or perfunctorily dis- charged, return to former earnest-mindedness. Cul- tivate more filial nearness to the Hearer of prayer. Seek, on your bended knees, to obtain more tender- ness of conscience regarding sin ; — to have more longing aspirations after the beauties of holiness. And delay not the return. By doing so, the growing languor and listlessness which is creeping over you, may settle into positive disrelish of God's house. Imitate the example of the Spouse in the Canticles, who, in mourning over similar spiritual de- clension, resolves on an instantaneous seeking of the forfeited presence of her Lord. " Tell me, thou ivhorn my soul loveth, luhere thou feedest, where thou makest thy flock to rest at noon : for luhy should I be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy com- panions?"* Go with the words which this exile of Gilead employs in the sequel to this Psalm, written on the same occasion — " send out Thy light and Thy truth : let them lead me ; let them bring me unto Thy holy hill, and to Thy tabernacles. Then ivill I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy.'' f Yes ! go, and prove what the God of the sanctuary can do in the fulfilment of His own promise. He * Sol. Song i. 7. t Psalm xliii. 3, 4. 120 SABBATH MEMOEIES. seems now to be saying, "Put me to the test/' ''Prove me now herewith, if I tuill not open you the luindows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it.''* Every cliurcii is a Peniel, where God meets His people, as He met the patriarch of old at the brook Jabbok. Go and see what may be effected by one lowly, hmnble, seeking soul — some wrestling Jacob, who, like "a Prince/' has "power with God, and prevails ! '' The lowliest tabernacle on earth is glorified as being the House of God — the dweUing-place of Omnipotence and Love — the hallowed " home,'' where a loving Father waits to dispense to His children the garnered riches of His grace! The time may come when the holy and beautiful sanctuary where we worship may become a heap of ruins. The fire may lay it in ashes — the hand of man may raze it — the slower but surer hand of time may corrode its walls and crumble its solid masonry stone by stone ; but as sure as it is God's own appointed treasure-house of spiritual mercies, may we not believe that there will be deathless spirits who will be able to point to it in connexion with imperishable memories, — " buildings of God," * Mai. iii. 10. SABBATH MEMOKIES. 121 " eternal in the heavens," beyond the reach of human violence, and wasting elements, and corroding years ! Does not the promise stand unrepealed in this Bible; — let it ever be the inscription on our temples of worship,—'^ 0/ZiON it shall he said, This and that man luas horn in her; and the Highest himself shall establish her. The Lord shall count, when He lurit- eth up the people, that this man was horn there'' * Oh that ours may at last be the blessedness of that better Church above, which knows no banish- ment, no exile, no languor, no weariness ; — where '' the holy-day" is an eternal Sabbath ;— the festive throng, "a multitude which no man can number" — the voice of joy and praise, " everlasting songs ; " — where God's absence can never be deplored ; — where He who now tendeth His temple-lamps on earth, feeding them day by day with the oil of His grace, removing the rust perpetually gathering over them by reason of their contact with sin, will, with the plenitude of His own presence, supersede all earthly luminaries, and ordinances, and sanctuaries ; — for " they need no candle, neither light of the sun, for the Lord God giveth them light, and they shall reign for ever and ever /" * Psalm Ixxxvii. 5, 6. VII. pope. " "When the water-floods of grief Round thy helpless head shall rise. When there seemeth no relief, Lift thy gaze to yonder skies ; There behold how radiantly Beams the star of Hope divine ! Yesterday it shone for thee. And to-day it still shall shine. Ask no aid the world can give. Looking unto Jesus, live!" '' AATien I ask the question, ' Why art thou cast down, my Boul ? ' I am ashamed of the answer that must be returned. What if property, ci'edit, health, friends and relatives were all lost, thou hast a Father, a friend, an advocate, a comforter, a mansion, a treasure in heaven." — Bishop Hall. « IDbo art tf)ou cast boujn, <0 mri soul ? nnb tobn art tfjou bisquictcd in mc? ftope tF)ou \\\ ^otJ : for % s{)a({ ^ct praise f)im for i\)t fetp of fjis countenance."— Fcrse 5. vn. HOPE. Take the wings from a bird, and it is the most helpless of animals. Bring the eagle from his eyrie, and rub him of his plumage, and he who an hour before was soaring monarch of the sky, is more powerless than the worm crawling at his side, or than the bleating lamb that trembled and cowered under his shadow. Such was David now. The wounded bird of Pa- radise flutters in the dust. The taunting cry every- where assails him, " Whe7^e is thy God?" The future is a mournful blank, and the past is crowded with joyous and happy memories, which only aggra- vate and intensify the sorrows of the present. But though soiled and mutilated, the wings of faith are not broken. He struggles to rise from his fall In the verse we are now to consider, he plumes ];is pinions for a new flight We found him a short 124 HOPE. time before, making his tears a microscopic lens, looking through them into the depths of his own sorrowing and sinning heart. So long as he does so, there is ground for nothing but misgiving and despair. But he reverses the lens. He converts the microscope into a telescope. In self-oblivion, he turns the prospect-glass away from his own troubles and sorrows, his fitful frames and feelings, his days alike of sunshine and shade, to Him who is above all mutation and vicissitude. In this position, with his eye God-wards, he begins to interrogate his own spirit as to the unreasonableness of its depres- sion. He addres.ses a bold remonstrance to guilty unbelief. In the preceding verse, he alluded to the dense multitude — the many thousands of Israel — he was wont to lead in person to the feasts of Zion. Nov/ he is alone with one auditor — that auditor is HIMSELF. " 1F% art thou cast down, IVIY soul ? " And what is his antidote? What is the balm and balsam he applies to his wounded spirit? "Hope thou in God T' Hope I Who is insensible to the music of that word? What bosom has not kindled under its utterance ? Poetry has sung of it ; music has w^ar- HOPE. 125 bled it ; oratory has lavished on it its bewitching strains. Pagan mythology, in her vain but beauti- ful dreams, said that when all other divinities fled from the world, Hope, with her elastic step and radiant countenance and lustrous attire, lingered behind. Hope ! well may we personify thee, lighting up thy altar-fires in this dark world, and dropping a live coal into many desolate hearts ; gladdening the sick-chamber with visions of returning health; illuminating with rays, brighter than the sunbeam, the captive's cell ; crowding the broken slumbers of the soldier by his bivouac-fire, wdth pictures of his sunny home, and his own joyous return. Hope! drying the t^ar on the cheek of woe ! As the black clouds of sorrow break and fall to the earth, arching the descending drops with thine own beauteous rainbow ! Ay, more, standing with thy lamp in thy hand by the gloomy realms of Hades, kindling thy torch at Nature's funeral pile, and opening vistas through the gates of glory ! If Hope, even with reference to present and finite things, be an emotion so joyous, — if uninspired poelry can sing so sweetly of its delights, vmat must be the believer s hopo, tlie hope wliich has God 126 HOPE. for its object, and heaven its consummation ? How sweet that strain must have sounded from the lips of the exile Psalmist amid these glens of Gilead ! A moment before, bis sky is dark and troubled, but blue openings begin once more to tremble through the clouds. The mists have been hanodnoj dense and thick, hidino; out the water-brooks. But now the sun shines. They rise and circle in wreaths of fantastic vapour, disclosing to the wounded Hart "the springs in the valleys which run among the hills ; Vvdiich give drink to every beast in the field, and where the v/ild asses quench their thirst." The wilderness has become once more " a pool of water, and the dry land springs of water." Eebuking his unworthy tears, Faith once more takes down her harp, and thus wakes its melodies, — "/ wait for the Lord, my soul doth tuait, and in His luord do I HOPE." ''Let Israel hope in the Lord."*' And is it not well for us from time to time to open the gates of our own souls, and hold a similar consistory? — to make solemn inquisition with our hearts in their seasons of trouble and disquietude ? " Why art thou cast down ? " Is it outward trial * Psalm cxxx. 5, 7. HOPE. 127 that assails thee? Has calamity abridged thy earthly comforts? Have the golden heaps then mayest have been a lifetime in amassing, dissolved like a snow-wreath ; — the waxen wings of capri- cious fortune, when thou wast soaring highest, melting like those of fabled Icarus of old, and bringing thee helpless to the ground? Or is it sickness that has dulled thine eye, paralysed thy limb, and ploughed its furrows on thy cheek ; shut- ting out from thee the din of a busy world, and chaining thee down to a couch of languishing? Or is it the treachery of thy trusted friend that has wounded thee ; blighting thine affections, crushing thy hopes, dashing thy cup of earthly bliss to the ground ? Or is it bereavement that has made gaps in thy loved circle ; torn away the fixtures which gave thy dvv'elling and life itself all its gladness and joy? '' Hope tliou in God." The creature has perished. God is imperishable ! Thou mayest be saying in the bitterness of thy spirit, "All these things are against me ; " there may be no gleam of light in the tempest, no apparent reason for the dark dis- pensation ; you feel it is with stammering lips and 128 HOPE. a misgiving heart you give utterance to the reluc- tant word, ''Thy will be done." But, ''My soul, luait thou only upon God;" (or, as Calvin translates this, "Be silent before God;") "foi^ my expectation is frotn Himy^ " Commit also thy luay unto the Lord, and He shall bring it to pass"-\' Here is the province of faith, — implicit trust in dark deal- ings. God brings His people into straits ; sends often what is baffling and unaccountable, to lead them devoutly to say, " Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him." Oh ! beautiful is it thus to see Hope sittmg, like the sea-bird, calmly on the crested wave. While others (strangers to the peace of the gospel) are beating their breasts in tumultuous grief, indulging in wild paroxysms of rebellious sorrow, — beautiful is it to see the smitten one pro- strate at the feet of the great Chastenek, saying through tear-dro23s of resignation, "Even so, Father ; for so it seems good in Thy sight ! " Believe it, in the apparently rough voice of thy God there is, as in the case of Joseph to his brethren, tones of dis- sembled love, disguised utterances of affection — *' Although thou say est thou canst not see Him, yet *■ Psalm Ixii. 5. f Psalm xxxvii. 5. HOPE. 1 29 judgment is before Him; therefore trust thou in Him.''* Besides, this lofty grace of Hope requires stern discipline to bring it into exercise, and to develop its noble proportions. It is the child of tribulation. The Apostle thus traces its pedigree — " Tribulation worketh patience; and patience, experience ; and experience, Hope."*!- As there can be no rainbow in the natural heavens without the cloud, so Hope cannot span the moral firmament, with its trium- phal arch, without the clouds of tribulation. As the mother eagle is said, when other expedients fail, to put a thorn in the side of her nest to urge hei young brood to fly, so tribulation is the thorn which drives Hope to the wing. "A nd thou shalt yet praise Him.'' '' Yet ! " We cannot venture to scan or measure that word. It may be after many bitter tears of sorrow ; — it may be after many struggles with a murmuring heart ; — many storms may still sweep — many hours of pining sickness may be endured — many a rough and thorny path may have to be trodden — the harp may be muffled in sadness to the last ; but, " at evemng-time • Job XXXV. 14. -j" Rom. v. 3, 4. 130 HOPE. it shall he light." There is a season infallibly coining when the fettered tongue shall be loosed — the lingering cloud dispelled — and faith's triumph complete ; when, with regard to the very dispensa- tion on earth which caused you so much perplexity, you will be able triumphantly to say, "7 knoiu" (yea, I see) " that Thy judgments are right, and that Thou in faithfuhiess hast afflicted me."* But your de23ression may proceed from a different cause. It may not be outer trial, but inward sources of disquietude, which are causing despondency and doubt. It may be thoughts regarding your spiritual condition. Latent corruption in a partially renewed and sanctified heart, — the power of remaining sin robbing you of your peace ; at times leading you to question whether you have any real interest in Gospel blessings and Gospel hopes — whether you have not long ago quenched the strivings of the Holy Spirit by your impenitence and unbelief — whether your hopes of heaven may not after all be a shado^w^ delusive dream. " Why art thou cast down, my said ? " Who, I ask, is teaching you to breathe out these penitential sighings after a * Psalm cxix. 75. HOPE. l;:i happiness to which at present you feel you are a stranger ? Who is it that is teaching you thus to interrogate yourself about the erring past? It is not Natures work. If there be within you one true breathing after repentance and return, that secret aspiration is the work of that Spirit who, although He will not always strive, is hereby shew- ing you that He is striving still with yoii! Think of all that Grod hath done for you in the past, and is still willing to do. After the gift of His Son, — after such an expenditure of wrath and suf- f Cling on the head of a guiltless Surety, and all this that a way of reconciliation might be opened up, — think how dishonouring it would be to distrust either His ability or His willingness to save you. Having bestowed this greatest boon. He will " with Him also freely give you all things." Turn away from self, — sinful self, righteous self, condemned self, — and direct your believing regards to Him who is " the Hope of Israel and the Saviour thereof" Keep your eye steadily fixed on the infinite grandeur of His finished work and righteousness. Look to Jesus and believe ! Look to Jesus and live ! Nay, more ; as you look to Him, hoist your sails, and buiret man- 1S2 HOPE. fully the sea of life. Do not remain in the haven of distrust, or sleeping on your shadows in inactive re- pose, or suffering your frames and feelings to pitch and toss on one another like vessels idly moored in a harbour. The religious life is not a brooding over emotions, grazing the keel of faith in the shallows, or dragging the anchor of hope through the oozy tide- mud, as if afraid of encountering the healthy breeze. Away ! with your canvas spread to the gale, trust- ing in Him who rules the ragiiig of the waters. The safety of the timid bird is to be on the wing. If its haunt be near the ground, — if it fly low, — it exposes itself to the fowler's net or snare. If we remain grovelling on the low ground of feeling and emotion, we shall find ourselves entangled in a thousand meshes of doubt and despondency, temptation and unbelief. " But surely in vain the net is spread in the sight of that which HATH A WING " * — (marginal reading). " Tliey that wait (or hope) in the Lord sliall renew their strength; they shall mount up ivith ivings as Hope strengthens and invigorates her pinions the * Prov. i. 17. t Isaiuh xl. 31. HOPE. jn3 higher she soars. She gathers courage from the past, and looks with eagle eye to the future. "J know,'' says Paul, "in whom I have believed,'' (hoped, or trusted,) " and am persuaded that He is able to keep that luhich I have committed unto Him.'' "J will hope continually,'' says David, " and will yet 'praise Thee more and more." * Again, using a kin- dred emblem — the bird in the tempest rushing for shelter under the mother s wing — " Thou hast been my help, therefore in the shadow of Tlty tuings ivill I rejoice." '\ Can such be said of the world's hopes? Does experience lead to repose in them with similar im- plicit confidence ? Hope — the hope of earthly good, and earthly joy, and earthly happiness — is often (too often) the mkage of life ; the bubble on the stream, tinted with evanescent glory, a flash of prismatic beauty, and then gone I Multitudes flock to this enchantress in her cave, and though mocked and duped, and mocked and duped again, still they haunt her oracle, and kiss her magic wand. She has built for them again and again air castles — turret on turret, buttress on buttress, gilded dome * Pcalra Ixxi. 14. f Psalm Ixiii. 7. 134 HOPE. and glittering minaret, and these have melted like frost-work. But yet these Babel builders, with the same avidity as ever, return to the work, and agam the fantastic battlements are piled high in mid air ! We do not condemn these noble aspirations and struggles of this noble emotion ; — far from it. What would the world be without Hope ? It is the oil which keeps its vast machinery in play ; it is the secret of all success — the incentive to all enterprise. Annihilate hope, and you blot out a sun from the firmament. Annihilate hope, and the husbandman would forsake his furrow, the physician his patient, the merchant his traffic ; the student would quench his midnight lamp ; science would at this hour have been lisping its alphabet, and art and philosophy would have been in their infancy. But this we say, that if so much is perilled on a perad venture ; — if hope — the ignis fatuus of earth — be so greedily pursued, — ^why the cold and careless indifference regarding " the hope which maketh not ashamed" — the hope which is beyond the possi- bility of disapjDointment ; promises which never fail ; words which rest on a firmer and surer basis than tlie foundations of earth and the pillars of heaven ? HOPE. 135 Shall the disappointed hewer still go on patching the shivered and broken earthly cistern ? Shall the man of science, undeterred by successive failures, pursue his unwearied analysis ? Shall the merchant remain unbaffled by adverse markets that have drained his coffers, or successive storms that have stranded his vessels and wrecked his cargo ? Shall the fragments of a brave army re-muster at the bugle call, and, amid dying comrades around and a shower of iron hail in front, return with undaunted hearts to the charge ? Shall pining captives in a beleaguered garrison, pressed by famine, decimated by disease, outnumbered by force — shall these light their beacon-fires of hope, and sit to the last by their smouldering ashes, struggling on, either till calm endurance win its recompence, or until hope and life expire together? And shall the spiritual builder, or merchant, or soldier, be left alone coward and faint-hearted, and give way to unworthy dis- trust, or j)usillanimous despair ; and that, too, when the guarantees of their hope are so amazing? Listen to them ! What words could be stronger ? what pledges more inviolable ? "In hope of eternal life, luhich God, that cannot lie, promised before 136 HOPE. the luorld began.''* " Wherein God, ivilling more abundantly to shew unto the heirs of jyronnse the immutahilitjj of His counsel, confirmed it by an oath: that by two immutable things, in luhicli it was impossible for God to lie, we might have a strong consolation, luho have fled for refuge to lay hold upon the hope set before us : which hope ive have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast, and luhich enter eth into that luithin the veil"] Oil, beautiful figure ! Hope casts its anchor into the Eock of Ages witliin the veil. The ship may be tossing in the surging sea below, but a chain of ever- lasting love and grace links it to the throne of Gocl. I love to walk through the Bible, and gaze on its many delineations of Hope. It is a picture- gallery of this noble grace ! As the great painters of the middle ages clung to favourite subjects, so Hope seems ever to meet us in some form or other, as we tread this long corridor of inspired portraits. Here is the earliest. A picture liung in a frame- work of sorrow. Its subject is two drooping exiles going with tears out of Eden. But, lo I a tinge of * Titus i. 2. t Heb. vi. 17-20. HOPE. 137 light gleams in the dark sky, and the angel of Hope drops in their ears healing words of comfort. Here is another. An ark is tossed in a ramns: deluge. The heavens are black above. Neither sun nor stars appear. All around is a waste wilder- ness of waters. But, lo ! by the window of the ark a weary bird is seen fluttering, and bearing in its mouth an olive branch of Hope ! Here, again, is a picture called '' The Father of the Faithful.'' Its subject is a solitary pilgrim, one of the world's gray patriarchs. He is treading along amid some wild pastoral hills, all ignorant of his destiny ; but he has a staff in his hand — it is the staft' of Hope ! Here is another. It is an Arabian Emir, once a Prince of the East, sitting amid ashes, the victim of a loathsome disease ; and, worse than all, of Satanic power. But Hope tunes his lips to sing, "I know that my Redeemer liveth." Here is a vast exodus of six hundred thousand slaves from a land of bondage, separated by an inhospitable desert from the land of their fathers ; but Hope silvers the edges of their pillar of cloud, and gleams by night in their pillar of fire. 138 HOPE. Here is another picture, of exiled patriots seated by the waters of Babylon. They have hung their harps on the willows. They refuse to sing the Lord's sono* in that stranoje land. But Hope is represented restoring the broken strings ; and with their eyes suffused with tears, yet gHstening with joyous visions, thus they pour out their plaintive prayer — " Turn again our captivity, Lord, as the streams in the south.''* Time would fail to traverse these halls and walls of ancient memory. Hope, in every diversified form and attitude, is portrayed in the history of the glorious company of the apostles, the goodly fellow- ship of prophets, the noble army of martyrs, — ay, sustaining too, in the midst of His sufferings and sorrows, the very bosom of the Son of God — for was it not hope (" the joy that was set before Him ") that made Him "endure the cross, despising the shame V''\ And what Hope has proved in the history of the Church collectively, it is in the life of every individual believer. By nature he is a " prisoner," but " a pri- soner of hope." J The gospel is a ''gospel of hope." Its * Psalm cxxvi. 4. f Heb. xii. 2. % Zech. ix. 12. HOPE. 139 message is called '^the good hope through graced* The Gocl of the gospel is called " tlie God of Ho2-)e!'-\ The ''helmet of salvation" is the helmet of " hope!'X The " anchor of the soul " is the anchor of "Aope."§ The believer ''rejoices in Aope,"|| and "abounds in hope.''^ Christ is in him '' the hope of glory."** Hope peoples to him the battlements of heaven with sainted ones in the spirit-land. He "sorrows not as others, who have no HOPE."tf When death comes, Hope smoothes his dying pillow, wipes the damps from his brow, and seals bis eyes. "Now, Lord, what wait I for t my hope is in Thee." 'II Hope stands with her torch over his grave, and in the prospect of the dust returning to its dust, he says, "My flesh shall rest in hope."§§ Hope is one of three guardian graces that conduct him to the heavenly gate. Now abideth these three, " Faith, Hope, and Love," and if it be added, " the greatest of these is Love,'' it is because Hope and her companion finish their mission at the celestial portal ! They proceed no farther, they go back to the world, to the * 2 Thess. ii. 16. f Rom. xv. 13. J 1 Thess. v. 8. § Heb. vi. 19. H Rom. xii. 12. t Rom. xv. 13. ** Col. i. 27. t+ 1 Thess. iv. 13. XX Ps. xxxix. 7. §§ Ps. xvi 9. 140 HOPE. wrestlers in the earthly conflict. Faith returns to her drooping hearts, to undo heavy burdens, and to let the oppressed go free. Hope goes to her dungeon vaults, her beds of sickness, her chambers of bereavement and sorrow. To take Faith or Hope to heaven, would be to take the Physician to the sound man, or to offer crutches to the strong, or to help to light the meridian sun with a tiny candle ; Faith is then changed to sight, and Hope to full fruition. Love alone holds on her infinite mission. Faith and Hope are her two soaring pinions. She drops them as she enters the gates of glory. The watcher puts out his beacon when the sun floods the ocean — the miner puts out his lamp when he ascends to the earth. Hopes taper light is un- needed in that world where " the sun shall no more go down, neither for brightness shall the moon withdraw itself, but where the Lord our God shall be an everlasting light, and the days of our mourn- ing shall be ended," VIIL « All scenes alike engaging prove To souls impress'd with sacred love ? Where'er they dwell, they dwell in Thee ; In heaven, in earth, or on the sea. " To me remains nor place nor time ; My country is in every clime ; I can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there. " While place we seek, or place wc shun. The soul finds happiness in none ; But, with a God to guide our way, 'Tis equal joy to go or stay. " Could I be cast where thou art not. That were indeed a dreadful lot ; But regions none remote I call, Secure of finding God in all." — Cowper. " It is profitable for Christians to be often calling to mind the dealings of God with their souls. It was Paul's accustomed manner, and that when tried for his life, even to open before his judges the manner of his conversion. He would think of that 142 THE HILL MIZAR. day and that hour in the which he did first meet with grace, for he found it suppoi't unto him. There was nothing to David like Goliath's sword. The very sight and remembrance of that did preach forth God's deliverance to him. Oh, the remembrance of my great sins, of my great temptations, and of my great fears for perishing for ever. They bring afresh into my mind the re- membrance of mercy and help — my great support from heaven, and the great gi-ace that God extendeth to such a wretch as I." — John, Bunyan. " €> mn 45olr, mn POuT is cast bottju toirfiin me : t?)crcfore toiri % xiwmwhix tbce from t\)Z TanD of ^orDaii, and of t&e i^tx- monitcs, ficm tl;t IjiH M\3^i"— Verse 6. VIII. THE HILL MIZAR In the preceding verse, we found the Psalmist chid- ing his soul for the unreasonableness of its depres- sion — calling upon it to exercise hope and trust in God, under the assurance that he would "yet praise Him for the help of His countenance/'' But " what luill ye see in the Shulamite ? " An- other experience testifies afresh, ''As it were the company of two armies."* Hope has no sooner risen to the surface than despondency returns. The struggling believer threatens to sink. The wave is again beat back. His soul is again " cast down ! " But one word — an old monosyllable of comfort — is borne on the refluent billow, " MY GoD ! " This " strong swimmer in his agony " seizes hold of that never-failing suj^port, the faithfulness of a covenant- keeping Jeliovah. With this he breasts the opposing tide, and will assuredly at last reach the shore. The very tribulations that are casting liim down, — * Sol. Song vi. 13. I4i4i THE HILL MIZAR. threatening to submerge him, — are only nerving his spirit for bolder feats ; leading him to value more the everlasting arms that arc lower and deeper than the darkest wave. We have heard of a bell, set in a lighthouse, rung by the sweep of the winds and the dash of the bil- lows. In the calm, stormless sea, it hung mute and motionless ; but when the tempest was let loose and the ocean fretted, the benighted seaman was warned by its chimes ; and beating hearts ashore, in the fish- erman's lonely hut, listened to its ommous music. We read, in the previous verse, of the lighthouse of Eaith, built on the rock of Hope. God has placed bells there. But it needs the storms of adversity to blow ere they are heard. In the calm of uninter- rupted prosperity, they are silent and still. But the hurricane arises. The sea of life is swept with tem- pest, and, amid the thick darkness, they ring the peal of heavenly confidence, " My God, my God ! " 3[y God I What a heritage of comfort do these words contcin — in aU time of our tribulation — in all time of our wealth — in the hour of death, and at the day of judgment ! They describe the great Being who fills lieaven with His glory, as the covenant portion THE HILL MIZAR. 145 and heritage of believers. His attributes are em- barked on their side ; His holiness and righteous- ness, and justice and truth, are the immutable guarantees and guardians of their everlasting well- being. Hear His own gracious promise — " / will bring the third part througli the fire, and will re- fine them as silver is refined, and will try them as gold is tried : they shall call on my name, and I will hear them : I tvill say, It is my i^eople : and they shall say, The Lord is my God."^ Moreover, He is the only possession which is theirs absolutely. All else they have, is in the shape of a loan, which they receive as stewards. Their time, their talents, their possessions, their friends, are only leased by them from the Great Proprietor of life and being. But they can say unreservedly, " The Lord is my portion.'' ''God, even our ow^N God, shall bless lis.'' Ay, and we are told, " God is not ashamed to be called their God." f " The name of the Lord " is thus '' a strong tower : the righteous run- neth into it, and is safe." J That salvation pur- chased by Jesus, — the amazing method by which every attribute of the Divine nature has been mag- * Zech. xiii. 9. f Hel). xi. 16. t Trov. xviii. 10. K ] 46 THE HILL MIZAE. nified, and every requirement of the Divine law has been met, — is '' for walls and bulwarks." The believer not only can lay hold on higher blessings — "the good hope thro-ugh grace," "glory, honour, immortality, eternal life," — but even with regard to the circumstantials of the present, the appointments and allotments in the house of his pilgrimage, he can feel that they are so regulated and overruled as best to promote his spiritual interests ; and that " all things " (yes, " all things ") are " working together for his good." Take then, desponding one ! the opening words of David's lamentation. They quiet all apprehensions. This all-gracious Being who gave His own Son for thee, must have some wise reason in such discipline. Oh, confide all thy perplexities, and this perplexity, into His hands, saying, "/ am oppressed, undertake Thou for me!' Who can forget that it was this same monosyllable of comfort that cheered a greater Sufferer at a more awful hour ? The two most memorable spots in His midnight of agony, — Gethsemane and Calvary, the Garden and the Cross, — ^have this solitary gleam of sunshine breaking through the darkness, " JMY Father ! " "My God, my God!" THE HILL ^IIZAR. 14?7 Let us now proceed to the main feature in this verse. We have already noted how the exiled King had tried to reason his soul out of its depression by the exercise of Hope — by looking beyond the shadows of the present to a brighter future. But the torch flickered and languished in his hand. He adopts a new expedient. Instead of looking to the future, he resolves to take a retrospective survey; he directs his eye to the past. As often at even- tide, when the lower valleys are in shadow, the mountain- tops are gilded with the radiance of the setting sun ; so from the Valley of Humiliation, where he now was, he looks back on the lofty memorials of God's faithfulness. He " lifts his eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh his help." " my God, I will remember Thee ! " " This is my infirmity," he seems to say, when he thinks of the weakness of his faith, and the fitfulness of his frames and feelings : " but I will remember the years of the right hand of the Most High. I will remember the works of the Lord ; surely I will remember Thy wonders of old."* With this key he proceeds again to open the door of Hope. And as * Psalm Ixxvii. 10, 11. 148 THE HILL MIZAR. he treads the valley of Aclior, he " sings there as in the days of his yoiitb." * In connexion with this remembrance of his God, David alludes to some well-known places in his Kingdom — " The land of Jordan, and the Hermon- ites, and the hill Mizar!' What means he by this reference ? His language may admit of a twofold interpretation. 1. He may possibly refer to his present sojourn in the region beyond Jordan, with the Hermon range in sight ; and which had this peculiarity, that it was bej^ond the old boundary-line of the Land of Promise, making him for the time, " an alien from the commonwealth of Israel." AVe know from a passage in Joshua (chap, xxii.) how sacredly the division between the covenant people and the neighbouring tribes was preserved. The latter were denominated a "possession un- clean ; " the former, " the land of the possession of the Lord, ivherein the Lord's tabernacle is." How bitter must it have been to a patriotic heart like that of the Psalmist, thus to be cut off (even though for a brief season) from all participation in ♦ Hosea ii. 15. THE HILL MIZAE. 149 national and sanctuary blessings, — to stand outside the land trodden by the footsteps of angels, con- secrated by the ashes of patriarchs, and over which hovered the shadowing wings of Jehovah ! But he exults in the persuasion that Israel's God is not confined to lands or to sanctuaries. "/ will remember Thee," says the banished monarch. '•' Though wandering here beyond the region Thou hast blest with Thy favour, I will not cease still to call Thee and claim Thee as my God, and to recount all the manifold tokens of Thy mercy, even though it be from * the land of Jordan, and of the Hermon- ites, from the hill Mizar.' My foes may drive me from my home, — they may strip me of my regal glories, — they may make me the butt of scorn, the mark for their arrows ; — but they cannot banish me from the better portion and heritage I have in Thy blessed self ! " If we should ever be in circumstances when, like David, we are denuded of the means of grace — shut out from the public ministrations of the sanctuary, — or, what is more common, placed in a disadvan- tageous position for spiritual advancement ; — when our situation as regards the world, the family, 150 THE HILL MIZAR. business, pursuits, companions, society, is such as to prove detrimental to the interests of our souls, — let us still ''rememher God!'' Let the loss of means, and privileges, and opportunities, and con- genial intercourse, draw us nearer the Source of all knowledge, and peace, and true joy. If the star- light be wanting, let us prize the sunlight more. If the streams fail, let us go direct to the fountain- head. Yes, and God can make His people independent of all outward circumstances. In the court of an Ethiopian Queen there was a believing Treasurer. In the household of Nero there were illustrious saints. Down in the depths of the briny ocean, im- prisoned in the strangest of tombs, a disobedient prophet " remembered God,'' and his prayer was heard. Joseph was torn away from the land of his birth, and the home where his piety had been nurtured, but in Egypt " the Lord luas ivith Joseph" " At my first answer," says the apostle of the Gen- tiles, "no man stood with me, but all men forsook me. . . . Notwithstanding, the Loed stood by me, and strengthened me." Comforting thought ! that the true Sanctuary, of which all earthly ones are THE HILL MIZAR. 1.51 the shadowy type, is ever near : God Himself, the refuge and dwelling-place of His people to all gene- rations, and who, wherever we are, can turn the place of forlorn exile — our ''land of Jordan, the Hermonites, the hill Mizar" — into scenes bright with manifestations of His covenant love. 2. But the references to these several localities may admit of a different interpretation. David may be reverting to some memorable epochs in his past history — some green spots in the waste of memory, where he enjoyed peculiar tokens of God's grace and presence. We spoke in last chapter of Hopes picture- gallery. Memory has one, stranger still — filled with landscapes of imperishable interest! Who has not such a gallery in his own soul? Let Memory w^ithdraw her folding-doors — and what do we see ? The old homes of cherished infancy may be the first to crowd the walls and arrest the eye ; — scenes of life's bright morning, the sun tipping with his rising beam the dim mountain-heights of the future! In the foreground, there is the mur- muring brook by which we wandered, and the 152 / / THE HILL MIZAR. umbrageous tree under which we sat ; — countenances glowing with smiles are haunting every walk and greeting us at every turn — the ringing laugh of childhood at some — venerable forms bending at others. But more hallowed remembrances crowd the can- vas. Ebenezers and Bethel-stones appear conspi- cuous in the distance — mute and silent memorials, amid the gray mists of the past, which read a lesson of encouragement and comfort in a desponding and sorrowful present. David thus trod the corridors of memory. When the future was dark and lowermg, he surveys picture by picture, scene by scene, along the chequered gallery of his eventful life ! With Jordan at his feet, the Hermon range in the distance, and some Mizar — some " little hill " (as the word means) — rising conspicuous in view, he dwells on various signal instances of God's goodness and mercy in connexion with these localities — " I will remember Thee" (as it may be rendered) ''regarding the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar."* * " It is said by Uiose who have visited those parts, that one THE HILL MIZAR. 1 53 We know the other names to which he here adverts, but what is this "HILL MiZAR?" The answer can only be conjectural. It may be some small mountain eminence among the hills of Judah associated with the experiences of his earlier days. May not memory possibly have travelled back to the old home and valleys of Bethlehem, and lighted perchance on the green slope where the youthful champion measured his prowess with the lion and the bear. As the soldier reverts with lively interest to his first battle-field, so may not the young £Lepherd-Hero have loved to dwell on this Mizar hill, where the God he served gave him the earnest of more momentous triumphs ? Or, to make one other surmise, may it more remarkable effect produced is the changed aspect of the hills of Judah and Ephraim. Their monotonous character is lost ; and the range, when seen as a whole, is in the highest degree diversi- fied and impressive. And the wide openings in the western hills, as they ascend from the Jordan valley, give such extensive glimpses into the heart of the country, that not merely the general range, but particular localities can be discovered with ease. . . . From the castle of Rubad, north of the Jabbok, are distinctly visible Lebanon, the Sea of Galilee, Esdraelon in its full extent, Carmel, the Mediterranean, and the whole range of Judah and Ephraim. ' It is the finest view,' to use the words of another traveller, ' that I ever saw in any part of the world.'" — Stanley's Sinai and Palestine, p. 318. 154' THE HILL MIZAR. likely refer to " the little hill" he most loved, — the home of his thoughts, the earthly centre of his affections, the glory of his kingdom, the joy of the whole earth — "Mount Zion, on the sides of the north, the city of the great King ? " * We find Zion spoken of by him emphatically as " a little hill.' In one of the sublimest of all his Psalms, he represents the other loftier mountains of Palestine, — Bashan with its forests of oak, Carmel with its oTOves of terebinth, Lebanon with its cedar-clad summits, — as looking with envy at the tiny eminence amid the wilds of Judah which God had chosen as the place of His sanctuary : " VHiy look ye luith envy, ye high hills? this is the hill luhere God desireth to dwell in ; yen, the Lord will dwell in it for ever." •\- Is the hypothesis a forced or unlikely one, that, in this his season of sore depression and sorrow, he loved to linger on manifold experiences of God's faithfulness associated with Zion, — its tabernacle, its festivals, its joyous multitudes — his own palace, that crowned its rocky heights, where his harp was oft attuned and his psalms composed and sung, and in which midnight found him rising * Psalra xlviii. 2. t Psalm Ixviii. 16. THE HILL MIZAE. 155 and giving " thanks to God because of His righteous judgments ? " In the mind of the Sweet Singer of Israel, might not "glorious things" have been thought as well as " spoken of thee, city of God ? " But, after all, w^e need not limit the interpretation to any special locality. The speaker's past history, from the hour when he was taken from the sheep- folds till now^ was crowded with Mizars — hill-tops gleaming in the rays of morning. The valley of Elah, the w^ood of Ziph, the forest of Hareth, the streets of Ziklag * the caves of Adullam and Engedi, all w^ould recall some special memorial of God's delivering hand. He resolves to take the goodness and mercy vouchsafed in the past, as pledges that He would still be faithful who had promised to "David His servant," "My faithfulness and my mercy shall be with him : and in my name shall his horn be exalted."t "Thou who hast delivered my soul from death, wdlt not thou deliver my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living ?"+ The saints of God, in every age, have delighted to dwell on thesa memorable spots and experiences in ♦ 1 Sam. XXX. 6. f Psalm Ixxxix. 24. :|: Psalm Ivi. 13. 156 THE HILL MIZAE. their past pilgrimage. Abraham had his "hill Mizar" between Bethel and Hai. " There," we read, *' he huilded an altar, and called upon the name of the Lord" * On his return from Egypt he retraced his steps to the same locality. Why ? Because it w^as doubly hallowed to him now, with these former experiences of God's presence and love. It is specially noted that "he went on his journeys from the south even to Bethel, unto the place where his tent had been at the beginning, between Bethel and Hai ; unto the ])lace of the altar, which he had made there at the first : and there he called on the name of the Lord."-f- JacolSs "Mizar" would doubtless be his ladder- steps at Bethel, where the fugitive wanderer was gladdened with a vision of angels, and the voice of a reconciled God. Moses would think of his " Mizar" either in connexion with the burning bush or the cleft of the rock, or the Mount of Prayer at Re- phidim. Isaiah's " Mizar" would be the vision of the Seraphim, when his faithlessness was rebuked, and confidence in God restored. Jeremiah tells us specially of his — some memorable spot where he had • Gen. xii. 8. f Gen. xiii 1-4. THE HILL MIZAR. 157 a peculiar manifestation of God's presence and grace. " The Lord hath appeared o/old u7ito me, saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love : therefore with loving-kindness have I drawn thee.'' * Or shall we look to the New Testament? The Roman Centurion would remember as his Mizar- height, the spot at Capernaum where mingled Omni- potence and Love uttered the healing w^ord. The Magdalene would remember as hers, the Pharisee's banquet-hall, where she bathed the feet of her Lord ^yith a flood of penitential tears. The Maniac of Gadara would recall as his, the heights around Ti- berias, where the demon-throng were expelled, and where he sat calm and peaceful at the feet of the Great Restorer. The Woman of Samaria would remember as hers, the well of Sychar, where her Pilgrim Lord led her from the earthly to the eternal fountain. Peter would remember as his, the early morn, and the solitary figure on Gennesaret's shore. The Sisters of Lazarus, go where they might, would recall as their hallowed memorial-spot, the home and the graveyard of Bethany. Paid of Tarsus would ever remember as his, the burning ♦ Jer. xxxi. 3. 158 THE HILL MIZAE. plain near Damascus, where a light, brighter than the mid-day sun, brought him helpless to the gromid, and a voice of mingled severity and gentleness changed the persecutor into a believer — the lion into a lamb. John, the beloved disciple, as he trod the solitary isle of his banishment, or with the trembling footsteps of age lingered in his last home at Ephesus — John would recall as the most sacred and hallowed "Misar" of all, the gentle bosom on which he leant at supper ! And who among us have not their " Mizars " still ? It has often been said that, next to the Bible, there is no book so instructive as that volume which all God's people carry about with them — the volume of their own experience. That is my earliest and fondest " Mizar," says one, the mother's knee where I first lisped my Saviour's name, and heard of His love. Mine, says another, is that never-to-be-forgotten sermon, when God's messenger reasoned of righteousness, temperance, and a judgment to come ; when conviction was first flashed on my torpid mind, and peace brought to my troubled soul 1 Mine, is another's testimony, is that bed of sickness on which I awoke from the long life- THE HILL MIZAR. 159 dream of indifference, and gave lieed for the first time to the things which belong to my i^eace. Mine, says another, is that chamber — that closet of devo- tion— (alas ! too long and guiltily neglected) hal- lowed and associated with a renewed consecration to God, and with manifold tokens of His gi^ace and goodness. That hour of resisted temptation, says another, is the " Mizar" on whose summit my stone of gratitude is raised ; — when I was trembling on the edge of some precipice, and God's hand interposed and plucked me as a brand from the burning. That awful bereavement is mine, says still another, which tore up my affections by the root, and led me to seek in God, the heritage and portion which no creature- blessing could bestow. It seemed at the time to bode nothing but anger, but I see it now the ap- pointed herald of mercy sent to open up everlasting consolations. That solemn death-bed is mine, says another, when I saw for the first time the reality of gospel hope in the departing Christian, the sweet smile of a foretasted heaven playing upon the lips, as if the response to the angel-summons, "Come up hither!" It is well for all of us, and especially in our seasons 160 THE HILL MIZAR. of depression and sorrow, thus to retraverse life, and let our eyes fall on these Mizar-hills of God's faith- fulness. In seasons of spiritual depression, when apt in our sinful despondency to distrust His mercy, and question our own personal interest in the cove- nant ; — when tempted to say with Gideon, " If the Lord be with us, why has all this befallen us?" — how encouraging to look back, through the present lowering cloud, on former instances and memorials of Jehovah's favour, when we had the assured sense of His presence ; and with an eye resting on these Mizar-hills on which He ''appeared of old to us," disappointing our fears, and more than realising our fondest hopes, — to remember, for our comfort, that having " loved us at the beginning/' He will love us " even to the end ! " If we can rest on one indubi- table token of His mercy in the past, let it be to us a Covenant-keepsake, a sweet and precious token and pledge, that, " though for a email moment He may have forsaken us," yet that ''with great mercy He will gather us," and that " with everlasting kindness He will have mercy upon us."* Why not thus seek, in the noblest sense of the * Isa. liv. 8. THE HILL MIZAR. 16'1 word, to rise above our trials, and perplexities, and sorrows, by taking the bright side of things. Tliere are two windows in every soul. The one looks out on a dreary prospect, — low^eriug clouds, barren wilds, bleak, sullen hills, pathways overgrown with rank and noxious weeds. The other opens on what is bright and beauteous, — sunny slopes, verdant meadows, luscious flowers, the song of birds. Many there are who sit always at the former — gazing on the dark side of things, nursing their sorrows, brooding over their trials. They can see nothing but Sinai and Horeb — the trail of serpents and the lair of wild beasts. Others, with a truer gospel- spirit, love, with hopeful countenance, to watch the breaking of the sunbeam in the darkened sky. Like Paul, they seat themselves at the bright lattice, saying, ''Rejoice in the Lord alway, and again I say, rejoice'' Both look on identically the same landscape. But the one descry only dull heaths and moors draped in sombre hue. The others see these glorified with sunlight. The one gaze on nothing but inky skies and drenching torrents. The others behold the bow of heaven arching the sky. and the rain-drops glittering like jewels on leaf, and grass, 162 THE HILL MIZAE. and flower. The one can descry only " Hill Diffi- culties " and " Doubting Castles/' The others love to gaze on Hermons and Mizars, on " the Palace Beautiful," — the land of Beulah ; — and, bounding the prospect, the towers and streets of the Celestial City. They are ready to acknowledge that, however many may have been their tribulations, their mercies are greater and more manifold still ; — that however many the shadowy valleys, the bright spots out- number the dreary. Are any wdio read these pages cast down by reason of trouble, and perplexity, and sorrow? Is God's hand lying heavily upon you — are you in darkness, and in the deeps ? Seek to lift the eye of faith to Him. Seasons of trial must either bring us nearer to Him, or drive us further from Him. It is an old sajdng, " Affliction never leaves us as it finds us." It either leads us to " remember God," or to banish and forget Him. How many there are (and how sad is their case) who, when Provi- dence seems to frown,^when their hearts are smit- ten like grass, their cherished hopes blighted, their gourds withered, — are led, in the bitterness of their spirits, to say, " My soul is cast down within me, THE HILL MIZAR. l6S therefore, I will pine away in disconsolate sorrow. I will rush to ruin and despair. My lot is hard, my punishment is greater than I can bear ; — all that made life happiness to me has perished; — theee- FOEE, I will harden my heart. I do well to be angry, even nnto death. Existence has no charm for me. I long to die — my only rest will be the quiet of the grave ! " Sorrov/ing one ! be yours a nobler philosophy. Look back from these valleys of death and tribu- lation, to the gleaming summits of yonder distant Mizar hills! Mark, in the past, the tokens and memorials of unmistakeable covenant love. "Call to remembrance your song" in former nights. Wounded Hart ! on the hills of Gilead, forget not thy former pastures. Go ! stricken and smitten, with the tears in thine eyes, bathe thy panting sides in the cooling "water-brooks." When the disturbers of thy peace have gone, and when hushed again is thy forest home, return to " the mountain of myrrh and the hill of frankincense.''' Go, minstrel monarch of Judah, weeping exile ! seat thyself on some rocky summit on these ridges of Hermon, and, surveying mountain height on 164 THE HILL MIZAR. mountain "height, in the land of covenant promise, — each associated with some hallowed memory, — take down thy harp, and sing one of thine own songs of Zion. ''Thou who hast shewed me great and sore troubles shalt quicken me again, and shalt bring me up again fi^om the depths of the earth I " * * Psuln. Ixxi. 20. IX. %\)t €lmm. " God of my life, to Thee I call. Afflicted at Thy feet I faU, ■\\Tien the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail ! " " There is but a step from the third heavens to the thorn in the flesh." — Winsloio. « 53ccp taHctt) unto Dcfp at tfte noise of tfto ttjatir-sjioutsf : nXl tl)p ttialicsf anD tf)D liiUottJiJ are gone oVicr me. ^a tbe IXorCi tijin commanD W lonino-ftinDnesg" in the Daptune, and in tbe nigt)t bi5 ?ono gftail lie toirf; me, anb mp piapcr unto t!;e '©oD of mp iife."— Verses 7, 8. IX THE CLIMAX. The storm-struggle in the soul of the Psalmist is now at its height. In the j^revious verse, he had penetrated through the mists of unbelief that were surrounding him, and rested his eye on the Mizar hills of the Divine faithfulness in a brighter past. But the sunshine-glimpse was momentary. It has again passed away. His sky is anew darkened — rain-clouds sweep the horizon — "Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy water-spouts." Amid the environing floods he exclaims, "All thy waves and thy hilloius have gone over me ! " The figure is a bold and striking one. ' Some have thought it has reference to the sudden rush of water-torrents from the heights of Lebanon and Hermon ; — that it was suggested by the roaring cataracts at his feet — Jordan with its swollen and winding rapids — the faithful picture of tlie deep- 1G8 THE CLIMAX. worn channels in his own spirit — fretted and fur- rowed with the rush of overwhelming sorrow. But the word rendered ''deep" is, in the origi- nal Hebrew, more applicable to the floods of the ocean than to the rapids of a river ; and the image, in this sense, is bolder and more expressive still.* Billow calls on billow to sweep over the soul of the sufferer. They lift their crested heads, and with hoarse voice summon one another to the as- sault. " Let us be confederate ! " say they. " Let us rouse the spirit of the storm ! Let the windows of heaven be opened ! Let the fountains of the great deep be broken up, that we may shake this man's confidence in his God, and plunder faith of her expected triumph ! Ye angry tempests, driving- sleet and battering hail ! come and aid us. Ye forked lightnings, gleaming swords of the sky ! leap from your cloudy scabbards. Old ocean ! be stirred from your lowest depths. Let every wave be fretted to madness, that with one united effort we may effect his discomfiture and leave him a wreck on the waters ! " * From the uplands wliere he now was, in the recesses he- twetu the mountains of Gilead, David could catch here and there a glinijjsj of the " Great Sea." THE CLILIAX. 169 They obey the summons. Ahx^ady chafed and buffeted, they return with fresh violence to the shock. Affliction on affliction, temptation on temp- tation, roll on this lonely, surf-beaten cliff. Out- ward calamities — inward troubles ; his subjects in revolt — his friends treacherous ; his own son and favourite child heading the insurrection ; he himself an exile, haunted with the thought of past sins that were now exacting terrible retribution ; — and worse than all temporal calamities, the countenance of his God averted. Affliction seemed as if it could go no further — " All thy waves and thy billows have gone over me ! " We believe there are periods in the history of most of God's people corresponding to the awful experience recorded in this verse. Few there are who cannot point to some sad and memorable epochs alike in their natural and spiritual being, — some solemn and critical crisis-hours, in which they have been subjected to special and peculiar trials ; — encompassed with the thunders and light- nings of Sinai — the trumpet sounding long and loud : — or, to revert to the simile of the Psalm, when the moorings of life have been torn away, and they have 170 THE CLIMAX. been left to drift, on a starless, tempestuous ocean. Often, as with David, there may at such times be a combination of trials, — sickness — ^bereavement — loss of worldly substance — estrangement of friends — blighting of fair hopes. Then, following on these, and worse than all, hard thoughts of God. We see the wicked around prospering, — vice apparently pampered, — ^drtue apparently trodden under foot, — • many passing through life without an ache or trial — their homes uurifled — their hearts unwounded — their every plan prospering — fortune smihng benig- nantly at every turn ; while we seem to have been a target for the arrows of misfortune, — tempted with Jeremiah to say, " / am the man who have seen affliction by the rod of His wrath."* And doubting a God of providence, the next step is to doubt a God of grace. We begin to question our interest in the covenant, — to wonder whether, after all, our hopes of heaven have been a delusion and a lie. God's mercy we imagine to be "gone for ever." He seems as if He would be " favourable no more." There is no comfort in prayer — no brightness in the promises ; the Bible is a sf^aled book ; — the heavens * Lam. iii. 1. THE CLIMAX. 171 have become as brass and the earth as iron ! Oh, so long as we had merely external trials, we could brave and buffet the surrounding floods. So long as we had the Divine smile, like the bow in the cloud, resting upon us, we could gaze in calmness on the blackest sky ; — yea, rejoice in trial, as only un- folding to us more of the preciousness of the Saviour. But when we have the cloud without the how, — when outer trials come to a soul in spiritual unrest and trouble, — when we harbour the suspicion that the only Being who could befriend in such an hour has Himself hidden His face, — when we have neither this world nor the next to comfort us — smitten hopes for time and despairing hoj)es for eternity ! — this is the woe of woes — the " horror of great darkness" — "deep calleth unto deep." We can say, w4th a more terrible emphasis far than the smitten patriarch, " / AM bereaved ! " The Psalmist had now reached this extremity. It is the turning point of his present experience. He has two alternatives before him : — either to suf- fer unbelief to triumph, to distrust God, abandon the conflict, and sink as lead in the suro^inor waters; or to gather up once more his spiritual 172 THE CLIMAX. resources, breast the waves, and manfully buffet the storm. It is with him now, as with a sinking disciple in a future age : — when the storm is loudest and the mid- night is darkest, the voice and footsteps of his God are heard on the waves : " Aiid about the fourth watch of the night, Jesus came to the disciples, lualking on the sea." " This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him, and saved him out of all his troubles ! " * And what is the first gleam of comfort which crests these topmost waves? It is discerning the hand and appointment of God in all his afflictions ! He speaks of " Thy waves and Thy billows." These floods do not riot and revel at the bidding of chance. " The Lord sitteth uj^on the water-floods.'' "^ While, in one sense, it. ao-o-ravated his trials to think of them as Divine chastisements — the expressions of the Divine displeasure at sin — yet how unspeakable the consolation that every billow rolled at the summons of Omnipotence. " The floods'' he can say, "have lifted up, the fliOods have lifted up their voice ; the floods lift up their waves. The Lord on high is mightier than the noise of many tvaters, yea, than * Psalm xxxiv. 6. + Psalm xxix. 10. THE CLIMAX. 173 the mighty waves of the sea.''* *' Lord our God, who is a strong Lord like unto thee I Thou ridest the raging of the sea : ivJien the waves thereof arise, thou stillest themf'f But he could go further than this. He could triumph in the assurance of God's returning favour ; — that behind these troubled elements there was seated a Beinsj of unchanoino; faithfulness and love. Already the lowering mist was beginning to clear off the mountains, and the eye of faith to descry suuny patches of golden light gleaming in the hollows. Soon he knew the whole landscape would be flooded with glory. The sailor does not discredit the exist- ence of the beacon or lighthouse, or alter the direc- tion of his vessel, because the fog prevents these being seen. Nay rather, he strains his eyes more keenly through the murky curtain, in hopes of hail- ing their guidance. When a cloud or clouds are passing over the sun's disc, and hiding it from view, the sunflower does not, on account of the momen- tary intervention, hang its head, or cease to turn in the direction of the great luminary. It keeps still gazing upwards with wistful eye, as if knowing that * Psalm xciii. 3, L t Psalm Ixxxix. 8, 9. 17^ THE CLIMAX. the clouds will soon roll past, and that it will ere long again be bathed in the grateful beams ! So it was with David. He felt that the countenance of his God, though hidden, was not eclipsed. This pining flower on the mountains of Gilead does not droop in the anguish of unbelief, when '' the Sun of his soul " is for the moment obscured. He knew that there would yet arise " light in the darkness." Amid the roll of the billows — the moaning of the blast — he listens to celestial music. Its key-note is " the loving-kindness" of his God. While the heavens are still black, and the tempest raging, he lifts the voice of faith above the war of the storm, and thus sings : — '' Yet the Lord will command his loving-kind- ness in the day-time, and in the night his song shall he ivitli me, and my prayer unto the God of m.y life ! " " Yet the Lord ! " The believer, even in his deepest and darkest season of trouble, has always this alternative word — " Yet the Lord will ! " I am sunk in sore trial — " Yet the Lord" will be faithful to His promises ! I have been bereaved of those near and dear to me — " Yet the Lord '' will be to me a name better than that of son or daughter ! THE CLIMAX. 175 I have been laid for long jTars on this conch of suf- fering- — " Yet the Lord " has converted this lonely sick-chamber into the vestibule of heaven. I have been tossed and harassed mth countless spiritual temptations — " Yet the Lord. " will not suffer these temptations to go further than I am able to bear. I am soon to walk through the dark valley — " Yet " will '' I fear no evil, for ThoK art with me ! " The Psalmist's assurance of deliverance was indeed the test of no meagre faitli. We know well, how apt we are to be influenced and affected by pre- sent circumstances. When all is bright, and genial, and prosperous, — amid a happ}^ home and kind friends, — in the midst of robust health and flourish- ing worldly schemes, the buoyant heart is full of elasticity. The joy without, imparts an inner sun- shine. A man is happy and hopeful in spite of himself. But if all at once he is plunged into a vortex of trouble, — if clouds gather and thicken around, — the mind not only becomes the prey of its own trials, but it peoples the future with numberless imaginary evils, and its very remaining joys and blessings become tinged and sicklied over with the predominating sadness 1 It could as little 176 THE CLIMAX. be expected, on natural principles, that tlie heart cculd in such circumstances be hopeful and re- joicing, as to expect that the outer landscape of nature would glov/ and sparkle with beauty, if the clouds of heaven obscured the great fountain of light. But faith, strong in God's word, can triumph over natural obstacles. It did so in the case of this afflicted exile. He remembered how his God had vouchsafed past deliverances, even when he least expected them ; — " They looked unto Him aiid were lightened''^ [literally, '•'their countenances were made bright/'] He feels assured that the same loving-kindness v/ill be " commanded " still. He sees God's covenant faithfulness resting calmly and beau- tifully, like the rainbow-tints in the spray of the cataract ! " Who is among you that feareth the Lord, that oheyeth the voice of his servant, that walketh in darkness, and hath no light ? let him trust in the name of the Lord, and stay upon Jiis Godr-Y This experience we have been considering is that of Christ's people only. But there is an experience ♦ Psalm xxxiv. 6. f Isaiah 1. 10. THE CLDIAX. 177 sadder still : that of those who are living " without God," and therefore " without hope ; " — the billows heaving, and yet they knowing not of them ; — " deep calling to deep," yet they ignorant alike of their guilt and danger ! There is nothing more sad or touching in the midst of a storm, — when the vessel is reeling on the vv'aves, and little expectation of safety is left, — than to see, amidst the settled gloom of despair, the little child playing on the deck, all unaware of wliat is impending ; — or, at a time of heart-rending bereavement, when every face of the household is muffled in sadness and suffused with tears, to hear the joyous laugh and playful prattle of unconscious infancy. Ah ! of how many is this the position with regard to eternity; — living heedless of their danger — the waves of destruction ready to close over them ! Sadder far, surely, is their case, than aU the troubles and trials of God's most afflicted people. Their waves and billows are crested with hope — " songs in the nioht " come floatinoj alonir the darkened surges ; but the future to the others has no rny '^f hope, no midnight star, no divine song! Theie is a time coming when, in a more awful sense, the 178 THE CLIMAX. cry will be heard, " Deep calletli unto deep : all Thy waves and Thy billows have gone over me ! " But there mil be no after-stram — no joyous anthem of anticipated deliverance — "Yet the Lord will command His loving-ldndness ! " In vain will the cry ascend, " My heart is overwhelmed : lead me to the Eock that is higher than I." But, blessed be God, that cry may ascend now — • that Eock may be fled to as a shelter now. Sinner ! these waves swept over the Eock of Ages, that they might not sweep over you 1 Sheltered in these crevices, you will be eternally safe. Not one blast of the storm, not one drop of the rain- shower of vengeance, can overtake you. When the billows of wrath — the deluge of fire — shall roll over this earth, safe in these everlasting clefts, you may utter the challenge, " Who shall separate me from the love of Christ ? " " When darkness long has veil'd my mind, And smiling day once more appears. Then, my Redeemer, then I find, The folly of my doubts and fears : Straight I upbraid my wandering heart. And blush that I should ever be Thus prone to act so base a part, Or harbour one hard thought of Thee 1 " " Here deep calls to deep. Yet in the midst of those deepa faith is not drowned. You see it lifts its head above water," — Bishop Hall. " We perceive the Psalmist full of perplexed thought, and that betwixt strong desires and griefs, and yet in the midst of them intermixing strains of hope with his sad complaints. . . . What is the whole thread of our life but a chequered twist, black and white, of delights and dangers interwoven ? And the happiest passing of it is, constantly to enjoy and to observe the experi- ences of God's goodness, and to praise Him for them." — Arck- hishop Leighton, 1649. " !Dcf p caHctb unto deep at tfte noise of thr} toatcr^ppouts : an tb)? ttjatcs anD tbi? lii((o\r? arc 0onc oIut me. i|ct tf?e iior& ujill cotnmanb \)\s loVimg-TuntJncss m tfjc ban-timt:, antJ in ri;e nigf;t f)is song sl;aKi iie mi)) me, antJ mn prapcr unto tlje -iSoD of mp lift'."— Venes 7, 8. X. LESSONS. In the previous chapter we spoke of the two verses which form the turning-point in the psahn, — the climax of the conflict therein so strikingly de- scribed between belief and unbelief. We referred to the boldness and expressiveness of the figure : the troubles of the believer, like the billows of the ocean calling on one another to unite their strength that they might effect his overthrow, but faith rising triumphant above them all. At times, when all human comfort gives way, God himself appears. " The voice of the Lord is upon the waters."* He not only " commands His loving-kindness in the day- time," but ''in THE NIGHT His song is with us." Our heavenly Parent comes in earth's darkest, most tempestuous hours, sits by our side, sings His night- song— His own lullaby — " Peace, be still ! " " So giveth He His beloved sleep ! " f God's " songs " * Psalm xxix. 8. f Psalm cxxvii. 2. ] 82 LESSONS. sound always sweetest *' hy night " — the deep, dark night of affliction. The nightingale's notes are nothing by day — they would be lost in tlie chorus of other birds ; but when these have retired to their nests, she prolongs her tuneful descant, and sere- nades, with her warblings, the silent earth. The world can only give its song hy day. It can speak only in the sunshine of prosperity. But " God our Maker giveth songs in the night l'"^ His promises, like the nightingale, sound most joyously, and, like the glow-worm, shine most brightly, in the dark ! Let us pause ere proceeding with the sequel of the Psalm, and ponder the great lesson to be derived from this experience of David. It is, to TEUST God in the darkest, gloomiest night of earthly trial ! To wait His own time, and to say when the billows are highest, " Yet the Lord will" This is one great end and design of trial, to exercise the grace of patience. There is nothing God loves better than a waiting sold, " The Lord is good to them that wait for Him." -f "J waited * Job XXXV. 10. t Lam. iii. 45. LESSONS. ISS patiently,'' says David, in another Psalm, (or, as it is literally, " I waited, waited,") ''for the Lord, and He inclined unto me, and heard my cry."* "/ know thy works," says Jesus, speaking of old, in the language of commendation, to His church at Ephesus : " how thou hast boen^e, and hast patience, and for my names sake hast laboured, and hast not FAINTED.'" -f- How often has our way appeared to be hedged up with thorns, — as if there were no possibility of egress ! In sailing among some of our own Highland lakes and inland seas, where tlie mountains, in a thousand fantastic forms, rise abrupt from the shore, we frequently seem to be land- locked, and able to get no farther. Yet the vessel pursues its serpentine course ; and as we double the first juttmg promontory, the lake again expands ; the same waters appear beyond, gleaming like a mirror of molten gold. We find what we imagined to be an impassable barrier, is only a strait, open- ing into new combinations of mountain majesty and beauty. So is it in the Voyage of life. Often, in its fitful turnings and windings, do we seem to be arrested in our way ; — " Hill Difficulties " rising ♦ Psalm xl. 1. + Rev. ii. 3. 184 LESSONS. before us, and appealing- to impede our vessel's course ; — but as faith steers onwards, impediments vanish, new vistas and experiences of loving-kind- ness open up. Where we expected to be stopped by walls of frowning rock and barren mountains, lo ! limpid waves are seen laving the shore, and joyful cascades are heard singing their way to the silver strand ! And not only does God thus ''command His loving-kindness" in disappointing our fears, but "in the nioht His sono' shall be with us." He o o will turn the very midnights of our sorrow into occasions of grateful praise ! Yes ! if not now, we shall come yet to see the " needs be " of every trial. We have only a partial view here of God's dealings — His half-completed, half-deve- loped plan ; but all will stand out in fair and graceful proportions in the great finished Temple of Eternity ! Go, in the reign of Israel's greatest King, to the heights of the forest of Lebanon. See tliat noble Cedar, the pride of its compeers, an old wrestler wiih the northern blasts of Palestine ! Summer lov1?s to smile upo:;i it — ni^ht spangles its feathery foliage LESSONS. 185 with dew-drops — the birds nestle on its branches — the wild deer slumber under it.-; shadow — the weary pilgrim, or wandering shepherd, repose under its curtaining boughs from the mid-da;/ heat or from the furious storm ; but all at once it is marked out to fall, — the old denizen of that primeval forest is doomed to succumb to the woodman's stroke ! As we see the unsparing axe making its first gash on its gnarled trunk — then the noble limbs stripped of their branches — ^and at last the proud '* Tree of God " coming with a crash to the ground ; we exclaim against the wanton destruction — the de- molition of this noblest of pillars in the temple of nature, — and we are tempted to cry with the prophet, as if inviting the sympathy of every low- lier stem — invokinoj inanimate thino-s to resent the affront — " Howl, fir-tree, for the cedar has fallen !" But wait a little ! — follow that gigantic trunk as the workmen of Hiram launch it down the mountain side, — thence conveyed in monster rafts along the blue waters of the Mediterranean, — and last of all, be- hold it set a glorious polished beam in the Temple of God; — and then, as you see its destination, — gazing down on the very Holy of Holies, set in the diadem of 186 LESSONS. the Great King; — say, can you grudge that the crowTi of Lebanon was despoiled, in order that this jewel niicrht have so noble a setting; ? That cedar stood as a stately beam and pillar in nature's temple, but the glory of the latter house was greater than the glory of the former. How many of our souls are like these cedars of God ! His axes of trial have stripped and bared them, — we see no reason for dealings so dark and mysterious ; but He has a noble end and object in view — to set them as everlasting pillars and rafters in His heavenly temple, to make them " a crown of glory in the hand of the Lord, and a royal diadem ill the hand of our God !" Or take another illustration. Go to one of our graving-docks, where the weather-beaten vessel has been weeks or months in the carj)enter's hands. Her started timbers are replaced, her shattered keel re- newed, the temporary props and scaffoldings have been removed, and with her gay streamers afloat, and her crew on deck, she stands ready and equipped for sea. What is needed ? Nothing but the open- ing of the sluices, to reunite her to her old watery element. She lies a helpless, decrepit thing, till these dock-gates be opened, and the buoyant waves rush LESSONS. 1 87 to clasp her anew in their embrace. It is done ! But at first all is noise, and wrath, and tumult. Thes© gurgling waters, discoloured with mud and sediment, convert the noble granite basin into an inky, turgid wljirlpool. Ere long, however, the strife ceases ; the great wooden wall raises itself like a child that has been awoke in its cradle by the voice of the storm — the waters gradually calm and subside ; — hioher and still hioher is the vessel lifted, till, amid the cheers of the crew, she passes by the opened gates, and, with every sail spread to the breeze, is off to new voyages in her ocean-home. Child of trial ! " vessel of mercy 1 " your God sees meet at times to bring you into the graving- dock, that He may put His tools upon you, and refit and prepare you for the great voyage of immortality. When He opens the sluices of trial, you may see no mercy in His dealings. It may be " deep calling to deep " — the roar and heaving of antagonist waters ; they may at first, too, stir up nothing but the dregs and sediment of sin, — • expose the muddy pools, the deep corruptions of the heart. But be still! He will yet vindicate the rectitude and wisdom of His own procedure. 188 LESSONS. Ere long, these surging waves will settle peacefully around you, the shadows of heaven reflected in their glassy surface ; and better still, strengthened and renovated by that season of trial, you will go fortli from the Graver's hands more ready to brave the billows, grapple with the tempest, and reach at last the haven where you would be ! It is hard discipline — the undo\^Tiy pillow, the trench-work and midnight vigils — which makes the better soldier. The type of strength in the kingdom of inanimate nature, is not the sickly plant of the hot-house, or the tree or bush choked in the dark jungle ; but the pine rocked by Alpine or Nor- wegian tempests, or the oak mooring its roots in the rifted rock ! David would neither have been the Kino- or the Saint he was, but for the caves of Adul- lam and Engedi, the rocks of the wild goats, the forest exile of Hermon and Gilead. He had to thank affliction for his best spiritual graces. The redeemed in glory are ready to tell the same. " We would never have been here but for these storms of ' irreat tribulation.' But for the loss of that child — that worldly calamity — that protracted sickness — that cutting disappointment — that woundng of LESSONS. ] 89 my heart's affection — that annihihUion of earthly pride and ambition — that ' deejj calling to deep ' — I would not now have been wearing this crown!" Trials have been well compared to the winds God employs to fill our sails and fetch us home to the harbour of everlasting peace I * One word of caution ere we close this chapter. From all we have said — of '^ deeps " and " floods," storms and water-spouts, and midnight darkness — are any to leave these pages with the feeling that Eeligion is a gloomy, repulsive thing ; — that the be- liever's life is one of darkness and despair ; — that better far is the v/orld's gaiety and folly — the merry laugh of its light-hearted votaries — than a life of sadness like this ? Mistake us not ! We repeat \Ahat we have already said. The experience we have been now considering is, in many respects, pecuKar ; one of those dark j^assages which stand alone in the diary of the spiritual life. Religion gloomy ! AYho says so ? Shall we take St Paul as our oracle? Yv^hat is his testimony? In all his * See " Life Thouglits." The author has been more than once indebted, in this volume, to this suggestive little book. 1 90 LESSONS. letters he tries to crowd as much as he can into little sjDace. In one of these, he has room for only- two injunctions. But instead of giving two that are different, he prefers to repeat the one. It is the emphatic tautology, " Rejoice in the Lord aliuay : and AGAIN / say, Eejoice." * Or shall we seek a different tribunal? Go gather together all the philosophers of antiquity — Plato, Socrates, Aristotle. Bring together the wise men of Greece — the i^hiloso- phers of Alexandria — the sages of Eome. Ask if their combined and collected wisdom ever solved the doubts of one awakened soul, as have done these leaves of this Holy Book ? AYhich of them ever dried the tear of widowhood as these ? Which of them ever smoothed the cheek of the fatherless as these ? Which of them ever lighted the torch of hope and peace at the dying bed as these, and flashed upon the departing soul visions of unearthly- joy ? Pagan darkness ! where was thij song in the night? In the region and shadow of death, where did thy light arise ? But WE have a " more sure word of prophecy, to which we do well to take heed, as unto a liglit * Pliil. iv. 4. LESSONS. 191 shining in a dark place." The Christian is the man who alone can wear the sunny countenance. The peace of God, keeping the heart within, cannot fail to be mirrored in the look and life without ! And if (as often is the case) he has his appointed seasons of trial — the sea of life swept with storms of great tribulation — it is with him as with yonder ocean. To the eye of the youno- voyager, gazing on its mountain billows, it wouia seem as if its lowest caverns were stirred, iird ^he w<.Sd "^ere rockino- to its foundations ; "while, after all, it is only a surface- heaving ! There are deeps, unfathomed deeps, of calm rest and peace, down in that ocean's undis- turbed recesses. Believer in Jesus ! with all thy trials, thou art a happy man. Go on thy way rejoicing. Tribula- tion may fret and ruffle the calm of thy outer life, but nothing can touch the deeps of thy nobler being. Troubles may rise, and "terrors may frown,"' and "days of darkness" may fall around thee, but " Thou ivilt keep him, God, in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on Thee !" XL Jfatt^ anJr '^ragtr. *' Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let rae hide myself in Thee ! " **The soul of man serves the purpose, as it were, of a work- shop to Satan, in which to forge a thousand methods of despair. And therefore it is not without reason that David, after a severe conflict witli himself, has recourse to prayer, and calls upon God as the witness of his sorrow." — Calvin on the Psalms. •^3: ttjifl snj? unto «5cD mn rcclfi, XC'h) t)a6CtI;oii fcrgottrn mc? toftn go 3: mourninrj ijccausc of tfce oppression of the rni'mri ? Ks U3i i) a sujorii in mn lionee, mine rncmicg" rrproacb me ; tobile tfct'p jsap Daily unto mc, iDfjcrc is t&i? ^ob? " — Verses 9, 10. XL FAITH AND PEAYER I'OUCHING was that scene which occurred three thousand years ago on the borders of Palestine : aged Naomi, in returning to the land of her own kindred from her sojourn in Moab, pausing to take a last farewell of her two loving daughters-in-law ! One of these refuses to part from her. Strong may be the inducement to Euth to return to the home of her childhood, and, above all, to the spot where hallowed dust reposes (the buried treasure of her young affections). But ties stronger than death link her soul to the one who had shared for ten years her joys and sorrows. With impassioned tears, she announces her determination ! Her re- solve may entail upon her manifold sacrifices. She may be going to an alien people — to a home of penury — to bleak and barren wilds, compared with her own fertile vales. But she is ready for any toil, any self-denial, if only permitted to retain N 1 94 FAITH AND PEAYER. the companionsliip of that living, loving heart, which had been to her all that earthly tenderness could be. Such, if we may coiiijjare an earthly with a heavenly affection, were the feelings of the banished King of Jndah, at this time, towards his God. All the temj^tations that have been assailing him, have not rej^ressed the ardour of his faith, or diminished the fervour of his love. Unbelief had done its best to sever the holy bond wdiich linked him to his Heavenly Friend ; but, like the tender-hearted Moabitess from whom he sprung, he wdll submit to any privation rather than be parted from Him whose favour is life. " Entreat me not to leave Thee," is the S]3irit at least of his fervid aspiration ; " nor to return from following after Thee. Where Thou goest I will go, and where Thou dwellest I will dwell ; and death itself shall not separate be- tween Thee and me." As Peter, in a future age, rushed to the feet of that Saviour he had again an;l again wounded, so these many waters (the "deep calling to deep") cannot quench the Psalmist's love, nor many floods drovm it. The voice of malignant taunt and scorn, "Where is now tliy God?" might FAITH AND PEAYER. 195 have driven others to despair ; but it only rouses him ujD, in the midnight of his strugole, to the exercise of new spiritual graces. " I shall not," he seems to say, " surrender my holy trust ; I know the graciousness of the God with whom I have to deal. Nothing will tempt me to abandon my interest in the covenant. I shall take a nev/ weapon from the Divine armoury ; with it I shall seek to decide the conflict. No jibes of the scoffer, no rebellious son, no crafty Ahithophel, can rob me of the privilege of Peayee." "/ will say unto God my Rock, Why hast Thou forgotten me 1 luhy go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy V It is, then, a combined exercise of faith and prayer, on the part of David, we are now called to consider. Out of weakness he is made strong, waxes valiant in fight, and turns to flight the armies of the aliens. Let us advert to each in their order. Faith regards God here under a twofold aspect. 1. It looks to Him as an immutable God. Amid the fitfulness of his own feelings, this was the Psalmist's consolation — ''God my Rock!" 196 FAITH AND PRAYER. What a source of comfort is there here in the immutdbility of Jehovah. All else around us is unstable. External nature bears on every page of its volume the traces of mutation. Earth has the folds already on its vesture — the Avrinkles of aoje on its brow. The ocean murmurs of chano^e, as its billows chafe on altered landmarks. Human friendships and human associations are all fluctuat- ing. ^ So are our habits, and tastes, and employ- ments. The old man, looking back from some hoary pinnacle on the past, almost questions his per- sonal identity. And these emptied chairs! — these faces, once glowing at our firesides, now greeting our gaze only in mute and silent portraits on the wall! ''Here we have no continuing city," is the oracle of all time. " Bat Thou art the same, and Thy years shall have no end"* "Heaven and earth may pass away," but there is no change, and can be none, in an all-perfect God! "The wheel turns round, but the axle is immutable." The clouds which obscure the sun do not descend from heaven — they are exhaled from earth. It is the soul's own * Psalm cii. 27. FAITH AND PBAYEE. 197 darkening vapours, generated by unbelief and sin, which at times taint and obscure the moral atmo- sphere. Behind every such murky haze He shines brightly as ever. ''Hast thou not knoiun? hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteih not, neither is weary V* "Young sailors," says Rutherford, "imagine the shore and land moving, while it is they themselves all the while. So we often think that God is changing, when the change is all with ourselves ! " 2. Faith regards this immutable God as a God in covenant. " My Rock ! " Believer ! you have the same im- moveable ground of confidence ! Look to your God in Christ, who has made with you ''an everlasting covenant, ordered in all things, and sure !" He, " ivilling more abundantly to shew unto the heirs of promise the immutability of His counsel, con- firmed it by an oath : that by two immutable things, in which it was impossible for God to lie, we might have a strong consolation, who have fled for refuge to lay hold upon the hope set + Isaiah x. 28. ] 98 FAITH AND PEAYER. hefore us.'' * The torcli may flicker in your liand, the flame may be tlie sport of every passing gust of temiDtation and trial, but He who lighted it will not suff"er it to be quenched- " Simon, Simon, Satan hath desired to have thee, that he may sift thee as luheat : hut I have 'prayed for thee, that thy faith fail not" i* The Great Adversary may attempt to rob you of your peace, but that peace is impeiishably secured. He must first destroy THE EocK, before he can touch one trembling soul that has fled there for refuge ! He must first im- crown Christ, before he can touch one jev\^el in the purchased diadems of His people! Your life is "hid with Christ in God;" because He lives, "ye shall live also!" God himself must become mutable, and cease to he God, ere your eternal safety can be imperilled or impaired. "If we perish," says Luther, " Christ perisheth with us." Let us turn now to the Psalmist's prayer. If Faitli be called the eye. Prayer may be called tlie win^s of the soul. No sooner does o Faith descry God his "EoCK," than forthwith * Heb. vi. 17, 18. t Luke xxii. 31. FAITH AND PEAYER. 199 Prayer spreads out her pinions for flight. In the close of the preceding verse, (when in the extremity of his agony,) David had announced his deter- mination to betake himself to supplication — ''In the night His song shall he luith me, and my prayer unto the Ood of my life." He follows up his resolution now with material for petition. He puts on record a solemn and beautiful liturgy— "I will say unto God my Rock, Why hast Thou forgotten me ? tvhy go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy ? As ivith a sword in my hones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me. Where is thy God ?" How wonderfully does God thus overrule His darkest dispensations for the exercise and discipline of His people's spiritual graces ! In their overflow- ing prosperity they are apt to forget Him. He sends them afflictions. Trial elicits faith — faith drives to prayer — prayer obtains the spiritual bless- ing ! It was the sense of want and WTetchedness which drove the prodigal to cry, " Father, I have sinned ! " It was the " buffeting " thorn which sent Paul thrice to his knees in the agony of supplica- tion, and broil dit down on his soul a rich heritaoje 200 FAITH AND PKAYER. of spiritual blessing. It was these surging waves : — the " deep calling to deep " — which elicited the cry from this sinking castaway, '' My heart is overwhelmed : lead me to the EocK that is higher than / / " " Behold he peayeth ! " Thai announcement seems in a moment to turn the tide of battle, and chano;e the storm into a calm. Weil has a Christian poet written : — " Frail art thoii, man, as a bubble on the breaker ; Weak, and govern'd by externals, like a poor bird caught in the storm : Yet thy momentary breath can still the raging waters ; Thy hand can touch a lever that may move the world." The struggle till now may have seemed doubtful ; " hut they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up luith wings as eagles.'" * It is said, the beautiful plumage of the Bird of Paradise not only impedes its flight when flying against the wind, but often in the ineffectual effort it is brought helpless and ex- hausted to the ground — its golden hues soiled and ruffled. When, however, a gentle breeze siDrings up, it spreads out its feathers in a fan-like shape, * Isaiah xl. 31. FAlllI AND PPcAYEE. 201 and is borne joyously along ! So with tlie believer. When he is called to do battle with unbelief, the wings of faith are often soiled, and mutilated, and broken ; he falls a helpless thing to the earth. But when God's own south wind blows, he spreads out his glorious plumage, and, rising on the pinions of prayer, is borne onwards and upwards to the region of heavenly peace and joy ! There are one or two characteristics in David's prayer worthy of note, with which we shall sum up this chapter. 1. Observe his instant resort to the " God of his life!'' No sooner does the thought of prayer suggest itself, than he proceeds to the sacred exercise. Like the prodigal, not only does he say, '' I will arise and go," but the next record in his history is, "And he arose, and came to his father.''^ Oh, liovv much spiritual benefit we miss by procrastina- tion! The cloud of blessing floats over our heads, but we fail to stretch forth the electric rod of prayer to fetch it down ! We determine on em- barking, but, by guilty delay, we allow the vessel * Luke XV. 20. 202 FAITH AND PEAYEE. to weigh anchor, and we are left behind. ^Many an afflictive dispensation thus loses its sanctifying design. AVhen the heart is crushed and broken, the heavenly voice sounds startling and solemn 1 What a season, if timeously improved, for enrich- ment at the mercy-seat ! When " things present " are disenchanted of their spell, — when time is brought to hold its relative insignificance to eternity, what a season for the self-emptied one, to go to the all- fulness of Jesus, and receive from Him every needful supply ! But, alas ! we often know not ''the day of our merciful visitation." The heart, when the hammer might be falling on it, and welding it to the Divine will, is too often suffered to cool. Solemn impressions are allowed to wear away, — the blessing is lost by guilty postponement. David might now have been so absorbed in his trials, as to have lost the opportunity of prayer. He might have invented some vain excuses for procrastination, and missed the blessing ; just as the disciples, by their sluggish indifference and guilty slumber, drew down the thrice-repeated re- buke from injured Goodness, " Could ye not luatch with me one hour?" But the golden moment is FAITH AND PRAYER. 203 not suffered by him thus to pass. No sooner does he get a glimpse of the path of prayer, than he proceeds to tread it. The very fact of the fire being so low, is the most powerful reason for stirring it. Her Lord being lost, is the strongest argument for the Spouse seeking Him without delay ; — "I icill rise noiv; and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek Him whom my soul loveth" * 2. Observe David's importunity. He waxes into a holy boldness. He seeks to know from ''the God of his life " the reasons of this apparent desertion — '' ' Why hast Thou forgotten me V I can- not see or understand, as Thy covenant servant, the reason of all this depression — ^why, with all those promises of Thine, these hands should be hanging down, and these knees be so feeble." The mother does not cast off her sick or feeble child. Its very weakness and weariness is an addi- tional argument for her care and love, and draws her heart closer than ever to the bed of the tiny sufferer ! David knew well that God, who had ever dealt with him " as one whom his mother ccm- * Sol. Song iii. 2. 204 FAITH AND PRAYER. forteth/' would not (unless for some wise reason) leave him to despondency. Looking to this immu- table Covenant-Jehovah, and lifting his voice high above the water-floods, he thus, in impassioned prayer, pleads " the causes of his soul:" — " In Thee, Lord, do I put my trust; let me never he ashamed : deliver me in Thy righteousness. Bow doiun Thine ear to me; deliver me speedily: he Thou 7mj strong rock, for an house of defence to save me. For Thou art my rock and my fortress ; therefore for Thy names sake lead me, and guide me. Pull me out of the net that they have laid privily for me : for Thou art my strength. Into Thine hand I commit my spirit: Thou hast re- deemed me, Lord God of truth.'" ^ 3. The Psalmist takes his special trouble to God, and makes it the suhject of prayer. He names in the Divine presence the cause of liis deep- est perplexity. "As with a sword in my hones, mine enemies reproach me, luhile they say daily unto me, Vfhere is thy GodV f " Generalities," says a good man, " are the death of prayer." The loftiest iDiivilege the believer can ♦ Psalm xxxi. 1-5. f Verse 10. FAITH AND niAYEU. 205 enjoy is tlit confidential unburdening of his wants into the ear of a Father. Just as a child can freely unbosom to a parent what he can do to no one else, so are we permitted to tell into the ear of our Father in heaven w^hatever may be the heart- sorrow with which a stranger (often a friend) dare not intermeddle. See the speciality in the Psalm- ist's confession of his sin. It is not the general acknowledgment of a sinner. It is rather a hum- bled penitent carrying one deep crimson-stain to the mercy-seat ; bringing it, and it alone, as if for the moment he had to deal resjiecting it only with the great Heart-searcher. " My sin is ever before me." " I have done this evil in Thy sight." " Wash me from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin." " I said, I will confess my transgressions, and Thou forgavest the iniquity of my sin.''* Let us not think that we can ever have comfort in merging individual sins in a general confes- sion. This is the great and pre-eminent advantage of secret closet-prayer. Social prayer and pul)lic prayer are eminently means of securing tlie Divine blessing ; but it is in the quiet of the chamber, ♦ Psalms li. and xxxii. 206 FAITH AND PEAYER. wlien no eye and car are on us but that of " our Father tliat seeth in secret," that we can bring our secret burdens to His altar, — crucify our secret sins, acknowledge the peculiar sources of our weakness and temptation, and get special grace to help us in our times of need. But we may here ask, Have we any assurance that the ]3rayers of David, at this critical emergency, were indeed answered ? Or, (as we are often temj^ted in seasons of guilty unbelief to argue regarding our prayers still,) did they ascend unheard and un- responded to ? — did the cries of the supplicant die away in empty echoes amid these glens of Gilead ? We have his own testimony, in a magnificent ode of his old age,* one of tlie last, and one of the noblest his lips ever sung, that Jc^iovah had heard him in the day of his trouble. It is a Psalm, as we are told in the title, written by him on his return to his capital, when victory had crowned his arms, and his kingdom was once more in peace. The aged Minstrel takes in it a retrospective survey of his eventful pilgrimage. Many a ]\Iizar-hill in the long vista rises conspicuously into view. He climbs in * Psalm xviii. FAITH AND PRAYER. 20? thought their steeps, and erects his Ebenezer ! As his flight and sojourn beyond Jordan formed tlie hitest occurrence in that chequered life, we may well be- lieve that in uttering these inspired numbers, the remembrance of his memorable soul-struo-ole there must have been especially present to his mind. Let us listen to his Own words : " The sorrows of death compassed me, and the floods of ungodly MEN made me afraid. . . . In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto MY God : He HEARD my voice out of His temple, and my cry CAME before Him, even into His ears." In the sublimest poetical figures of all his Psalms, Jehovah is further represented in this hymn of thanksgiv- ing as hastening with rapid flight, in august sym- bols of majesty, to the relief and succour of His servant — " bowing the heavens " — " the darkness under His feet " — " riding upon a cherub " — " flying upon the wings of the wind " — " sending out His arrows, and scattering His foes " — " shooting out lightnings " — and " discomfiting them." And with the writer's mind still resting on the same emblems which he uses in his Exile-Psalm, — the " deep call- ing to deep" — the ''noise of the water-spouts" — the 208 FAITH AND PEAYER. "waves and billows," — lie interweaves otlier refer- ences and experiences with this unequivocal testi- mony to God his " Rock," as the Heaeer of prayer, — '' He sent from above, He took me, He drew me out of many tuaters Who is God save the Lord ? or who is a Rock save our God ? . . . . The Lord liveth; and blessed be my RoCK; and let the God of my salvation be exalted I " * Reader ! let me ask, in conclusion, do you know in your experience the combined triumphs of faith and 2>rctyer — these two heavenly spies that fetch back Eschol-clusters of blessing to the true Israel of God ? Do you know what it is, in the hour of ad- versity, to repair to "the Rock of your strength?" Do you believe in His willingness to hear, and in His power to save? How sad the case of those who, in their seasons of trial, have no refuge to which they can betake themselves, but some fluctu- ating, perishing, earthly one ; — who, when they lose the world, lose their all ! The miser plundered of his gold, cleaving to the empty coffers ; — the plea- sure-hunter seeking to drain the empty chalice, or * Psalm xviii. 16, 31, 46. FAITH AND PEAYEE. 209 to extract honey out of the empty comb; — the bereaved grasping with broken hearts their withered gourd, and refusing to be comforted ! The w^orld- ling is Uke the bird buikling its nest on the top- most bough of the tree. There it w^eaves its wicker dwelling, and feels as if nothing can invade its security and peace. By and by the woodman comes, — lays down his axe by the root. The chips fly off apace. The pine rocks and shivers ; in a few moments it lies prone on the forest- sward. The tiny bird hovers over its dismantled home — the scene of desolation and havoc — and then goes screaming through the w^ood with the tale of her woes ! The Christian, again, is like the sea-fowl, building its nest in the niches of the ocean cliff, which bids defiance at once to the axe and the hand of the plunderer. Far below, the waves are lifting their crested tops, and eddying pools are boiling in fury. The tempest may be sighing over- head, and the wild shriek of danger and death rising from some helpless bark that is borne like a weed on the maddened waters. But the spent spray can only touch these rocky heights, — no more ; and the curlew, sitting w^ith folded wings on her young, can o 21 FAITH AND PEAYEE. look calm and undismayed on the elemental war. " What is the best grounds of a philosopher's con- stancy," says Bisho]) Hall, " but as moving sands, in comparison of the Rock that we may build upon 1" Yes ! build in the clefts of that immoveable Rock, and you are safe. Safe in Christ, you can contem- plate undismayed all the tossings and heavings of life's fretful sea! So long as the Psalmist looked to God, he was all secure. When he looked to him- self, he was all despondency. Peter, when his eye was on his Lord, walked boldly on the limpid waves of Gennesaret ; when he diverted it on himself, and thought on the dangers around him, and the unstable element beneath him, " he began to sink !" Believer ! is your heart overwhelmed ? Are you undergoing a similar experience with the Psalmist? Your friends (perhaps your nearest and best) mis- understanding your trial, unable to probe the seve- rity of your wound, mocking your tears with un- sympathising reflections and cruel jests — "a sword in your bones 1 " Turn your season of sorrow into a season of prayer. Look up to the God-man Me- diator, the tender Kinsman within the veil ! He knoweth your frame. When He sees your frail FAITH AND PRAYER. 211 bark struggling in the storm, and hears the cry of prayer rising from your lips, He will say, as He said of old, " I know their sorrows, and I will sco down to deliver them ! wounded Hart ! pant- ing after the water-brooks, I was once wounded for thee. smitten soul ! seamed and scarred with the lightning and tempest, see how I myself, the Rock of Ages, was smitten and afflicted ! " Ay, and thou canst say, too, " God MY Roch ! " Thou canst individually repose in that sheltering Refuge, as if it were intended for thee alone. The loving eye of that Saviour is upon thee, as if thou wert alone the object of His gaze, — as if no other struggling castaway breasted the bUlows but thyself ! Blessed security, who would not prize it ! Bless- ed shelter, who would not repair to it ! Oh that the Psalmist's creed and resolution might be ours — " / will say of the Lord, He is my Rock and MY Fortress, and my Deliverer!' — " come, let us sing unto the Lord: let us make a joyful noise to the Rock of our salvation ! " XII. " Ah, if oiir souls but poise and swing. Like the compass in its brazen ring. Ever level and ever true, . To the toil and the task we have to do ; We shall sail securely, and safely reach The heavenly Isle, on whose shining beach The sights we love and the sounds we hear AVill be those of joy, and not of fear." " David utters again strains of hope ; not that faint and com- mon hope of possibility or probability, that after stormy days it may be better with him, but a certain hope that shall never make ashamed ; such a Hope as springs from Faith, yea, in effect, is one with it, . . . Faith rests upon the goodness and truth of Him that hath promised; and Hope, raising itself upon Faith so established, stands up, and looks out to the future accomplish- ment of the promise." — Leighton. " In that day, the light shall not be clear nor dark : , . . but it shall come to pass, that at evening time it shall be light." — Zech. xiv. 6, 7. " Wiiv art tf)ou cast bottJn, <0 mv soul ? antJ ttiftn art tFou tJisquictiD ttJitftin mc ? ftopc tfcou m 450^ : for % s&aH net p aise !;im, tofeois tlje f;caU& of mp countenance, anD mn 45cD."— Verse 11. XII. THE QUIET HAVEN. We have now reached the close of this instructive Psahn — the last entry in the experience of the Eoyal Exile. Here is the grand summing up — " the conclusion of the whole matter." The curtain falls over the scene of conflict, leaving the believer triumphant. As he began with prayer, he now ends with praise ; as he begau with weeping, he now ends with rejoicing ; as he began mourning over the loss of his God, he ends exulting in Him as *'the health of his countenance." We are reminded of the Great Apostle reaching, by successive steps :a his high argument, new altitudes of faith and hope, — beginning with ''no condemnation'' till he ends -with " no separation^' — mounting with loftier sweep and bolder pinion, till far above the mists and clouds of the lower valley, he can utter the challenge, " Who shall separate me from the love of Christ ?"* Joyful is it when a protracted war, which has * Romans viii. 214 THE QUIET HAVEN. been drainino- a nation's resources and riflino^ its homes, is drawing to a close, — when an army, amid hostile tribes, and the more fatal ravages of a hos- tile climate, has succeeded in trampling out the ashes of rebellion, and is returning triumphant from hard-contested fields of valour. Joyful is it when a noble vessel, that has for long been wrest- ling with the storm, enters at last the desired haven, — when the voyagers, who for hours of anxiety and terror have been hanging with bated breath between life and death, can now pass the gladdening watch- word from mouth to mouth — " Thank God, we are safe !" Joyful, too, when the tried believer, as described in this Psalm, — ''persecuted, hut not forsaken ; cast down, hut not destroyed^' — has sur- mounted wave after wave, that has been threaten- ing to sweep him from his footing on the Kock, and is made "more than conqueror through Him that loved him ! " The wounded Hart we found in the opening verse bounding through the forest glades, hit by the archers, with glazed eye and panting sides, has now reached the coveted Water-brooks ; — ■ the fainting soul is now drinking at the great foun- tainhead of consolation and joy. We have elsewhere THE QUIET HAVEN. 215 an appropriate inspired comment on the whole Psalm, with its successive experiences : '' Many are the afflictions of the righteous : hut the Lord de- livereth him out of them alV * This concluding vefse is so far a repetition of the fifth ; and yet, as we cursorily noted in the intro- ductory chapter, there is an important difference between them, to which we may again for a moment advert. In the former, it is on the part of the speaker the language of faith in the midst of de- spondency, expressing assurance that something ivill be his, which he has not yet attained : ''Hope thou in God ; for I shall yet praise Him for the help of His countenance." In the latter, he sum- mons his soul to the exercise of the same hope and confidence ; but he now can exult in the realised possession of God's favour and love — " Who is the health of my countenance.'' Nay more, in the fifth verse he stops with the words, ''my coimte nance ;'' but in the closing verse, he adds the expression of appropriating faith and triumphant assurance. It is the Key-stone of the arch. Two little words, which, like the ciphers following the unit, give an * Psalm xxxiv. 19. 216 THE QUIET HAYEN. auoiiiented value to all that s^oes before! — ''My God !" The two last divine expedients to which he had resorted, (faith and prayer), have not been in vain. They have loaded the cloud of mercy, and it bursts upon the suppliant in a shower of blessing ! The 2 2d Psalm has been referred by commenta- tors to this same period of exile among the moun- tains of Gilead. There is much to confirm this supposition in the general tone of the Psalm, as well as in its incidental references. There is tlie same deep, anguished depression of spirit, — words, indeed, denoting such an intensity of sorrow, that, though primarily applicable to David, we must look for their true exponent in the case of a Greater Sufferer. The challenge, " Where is thy God r of the 42d, seems echoed back in the 22d by the mournful appeal, "My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me ?" But in the latter, as in the former, (ere it closes,) light breaks through the thick darkness. By a similar exercise of faith and prayer, the Eoyal Mourner triumphs. "Deliver my soul,'' says he, "from the sword; my darling from the power of the dog. Save me from the lion's mouth." (Ver. 20, THE QUIET HAVEN. 217 21.) The prayer is heard while he is yet speaking! At this point of the Psalm, the language all at once passes from complaint into exultation — from prayer into praise ; and the voice of victory rises higher and higher, tiU it reaches the close. God has taken off his sackcloth, and girded him with gladness. He already anticipates the hap]3y time when again he shall be the leader of the festal throng on the heights of Zion. ''Thou hast heard me" is his opening burst of triumph, "from the horns of the unicorns. I will declare Thy name unto my brethren : in the midst of the congregation luill I Ijraise Thee My praise shall he of Thee in the great congregation : I will pay my vows before them that fear Him" * Nay, further ; what Psalm succeeds the 22d ? Is it mere accidental arrangement which has given the beautiful 23d (the best known and loved of all David's Psalms) the immediate sequence ? Is it a mere devout imagination which leads us to regard it (from the place it occupies in the Psalter) as the next his hand penned and his lips sung, after these plaintive elegies? This Song of the chosen flock * Psalm xxii. 21, 22, 25. 218 THE QUIET HAVEN. is not, as many think, the Psalm of his boyhood, written in the days of his innocence, with his shep- herd's crook and harp, in the Valleys of Bethlehem, The imagery of the Psalm may indeed have been taken from this sunny season of his youth. But, as it has been suggested,* the emblem may as likely have been borrowed from seeing a flock of sheep in these grassy regions reposing by " green pastures " and " still waters" — or, at other times, wending their way out of some " dark valley ; " — one, perhaps a timid wanderer, clenched in the arms of the Shep- herd, on his way with it back to the fold ! We have witnessed, after a day of gloomy fog and rain and thunder, the dense curtain that over- hung the landscape rolling away. — • The clouds break, gleaming vistas appear through their golden linings ; and the rays of the long-imprisoned sun shine down upon ten thousand sparkling pearls on grass and flower. The choristers of wood and grove had till then been silent ; but now are they seen brushing the rain-drops from the branches, and filling the air with their music, and all * See these references to the 22d and 23d Psalms well stated in Blaikie's " Da^dd, King of Israel," pp. 322, 323. THE QUIET HAVEN. 219 nature is glad again. So it is with the Great Singer of Israel ; so long as God's face is with- drawn, his wings are folded — his melody hushed ■ — his harp unstrung. But when the thunder-cloud has passed, — when, as the clear shining after rain, the longed-for countenance again breaks forth, — when, in answer to those prayers that were mightier than the armies of Joab close by, his enemies are dispersed, and the way again open to a peace- ful return to his capital, — may we not imagine the triumphant conqueror — strong in the Lord, and in the power of His might — making the Gilead valleys resound with the hymn of praise ? — " The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not luant He maketh me to lie down in green pastures : He leadeth me beside the still waters/"* As he thought of all the trying discipline to which he had been subjected to test his faith, drive him to prayer, and lead him to thirst more ardently for "the living God," he could say in the retrospect, what he was unable to do at the time — "He re- storeth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His names sake." f That path * Psalm sxiii. 1, 2. f Psalm xxiii. 3. 220 THE QUIET HAVEN. was a rugged one — that trial a severe one — ^wlien he was found setting out barefoot, and dim with tears, across Mount Olivet, compelled to take refuge beyond Jordan amid the wilds of Bashan. But he acknowledges now that these were ''paths of righteousness.'' They were well and wisely ordered, — the hand of his God liad appointed them. He can repeat with greater assurance his for- bearing retort to the curses of Shimei — " Let him CUESE ON, FOE THE LOED HATH BIDDEN HIM." Moreover, all this wilderness-experience not only sustained him in the present — it nerved him for the future. G-od's renewed faithfulness in this trying hour was a pledge for all time to come. He had added another Mizar-hill to former me- morials of the Divine goodness. With the pros]3ect, at his advanced ao-e, of the last and terminatino; trial of his pilgrimage, (the descent to the deepest and gloomiest ravine of all,) he could, with his eye on the guiding Shepherd, exclaim — " Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I loill fear no evil : for Thou art tuith me ; Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me'' * Even tem- * Psalm xxiii. 4. THE QUIET HAVEN. 221 poral mercies bad been largely and bountifully suj^plied him in the place of his exile. The power- ful chiefs of the Transjordanic tribes, as we previ- ously observed, — "Shobi of Ammon, and Machir, and Barzillai of Manasseh," — brought the rich pro- duce of their fields and pastures for the supply of himself and his army. He could say — " Thou hast prepared a table hefore me in the presence of mine enemies : Thou anointest my head luith oil; Tiiy cup runneth over!' * And now, with the pro- spect before him of a joyful return to his throne, and the still more joyous prospect of being a w^orshipper in God's house on earth, — the type of the better Temple in the skies, — he can sing, as the closing strain of his exile — " Goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life ; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever!' -f- Reader ! is this your experience ? Is this the re- sult of your temporal afflictions, the end of your sj)iritual conflicts, — to lead you to the same Shepherd of Israel, and to exult in Him as '* the health of your countenance, and your God?" Elimelech, of old, was compelled by famine to leave Bethlehem, * Psalm xxiii. 5. + Psalm xxiii. 6. 222 THE QUIET HAVEN. but his name signified, ''My God is King!'' "When we are pressed with straits, and troubles, and per- plexities, let us make that name our strong tower ! "My God is King," is a glorious motto. Is it the heavings and convulsions of the world's na- tions — "kings of the earth setting themselves, and rulers taking counsel together," from motives of personal ambition, or political jealousy, or lust of conquest? Write upon all their schemes, Elime- LECH — ''My God is King I" Is it the apparently mysterious discipline through which some may be passing — bereavements threatening your dwell- ing, or the hand of death already on your loved ones ? Write on the darkened threshold, Elimelech — " My God is King !" Is it the prospect of your own death that is filling you with apprehension? Eemember in whose hands, under whose sove- reign control, that messenger is. Go to the vacant Sepulchre at Golgotha, and read that writing and superscription which the " Abolisher of death " has left for the comfort of all His peoj^le: — "/ hare the keys of the grave and of death." Christian ! even here, in these gloomy regions, " thy God is King V How blessed thus to be able, both in temporal THE QUIET HAVEN. 223 and spiritual things, to lie in the arms of His mercy, saying, "Undertake Thon for ns!" — to feel that every thread in the web of life is v/oven hy the Great Artificer, — that not one movement in these swiftly darting shuttles is chance ; but aU is by His direction, and all is to result in good ! In having Himself as our portion, we are independent of every other; — we have the pledge of all other blessings. ''Let the moveables go, the inheritance is ours ! " Let the streams fail, we have the in- exhaustible fountain! "Drop millions of gold," says good Bishop Hopkins, "boundless revenues, ample territories, crowns and sceptres, and a poor contemptible worm lays his One God against them all."* ''Our all," says Lady Powerscourt, "is but two mites (soul and body). His all — Heaven, Earth, Eternity, Himself.'' We have said in a previous chapter that the loftiest archangel can tell of no mightier prerogative than looking up to the Great Being before whom he casts liis crovvii, and saying, " My God ! " We can utter them in a * " Were it not for this word of possession, tlie devil might say the Creed to as good purpose as we. He believes there is a God and Christ, but that which torments him is this — he can say " my" to never an ai'ticle of faith." — Sibhs. 224 THE QUIET HAVEN. sense higher than he. He is OUE Gocl in Christ The words to us are written (which to the un- redeemed angels they are not) in the blood of atonement ! Imagine, for a moment, a conversation between a bright angel in heaven and a ransomed sinner from earth. The angel can point to a past eternity ; he can tell of a glorious pedigree ; he can point up to his Almighty Maker, and say, " He has been my God for ages and ages past. I have been kept, supported, gladdened by His amaz- ing mercy, long before the birth of time or your world!" "True," we may imagine the redeemed and glorified sinner to reply, — "but I can tell of something more wondrous still. He is my God in covenant! Thou art His by creation, but I am His also by adoption, filiation, sonship. Though grace has kept thee through these countless ages, during which thou hast cast thy crown at His feet, what is the grace manifested to thee, in com- parison with the grace manifested to me I Grace made thee holy, and kept thee holy ; but grace found me on the brink of despair, plucked me as a brand from the burning, brought me from the depths of woe and degradation, to a throne and a THE QUIET HAVEN. 225 crown ! Thy God hath loved thee. My God hath 'loved me' and given Himself /or me!" And now we close our meditations on this beau- tiful and instructive Psalm : — a Psalm which, even since we have begun to write on it, we have seen clung to as a treasured solace in hours of sickness ; — its sublime utterances soothing the departing soul, just as it was pluming its wings for flight to the spii'it-world ! Keader ! in any future dark and troubled passages in your life, you may well with comfort turn to this diary of an old and tried saint, remembering that it records the experiences of "the man after God's own heart." Tracing his footsteps and tear-drops along " the sands of time," you shall cease to " think it strange concerning the fiery trials that may be trying you, as though some strange thing happened." You will find that "the same afflictions are accomplished in you," which have been "accomplished'' in the case of God's most favoured servants in every age of the Church. Do not expect now the ^i?^clouded day. That is not for earth, but for heaven. God indeed, had He seen meet, might have ordained that your path- 226 THE QUIET HAVEN. way was to be without cloud or darkness, trial or tear ; — no poisoned darts, no taunts, no contumely, no cross, no "deep calling to deep," — nothing but calm seas unfretted by a ripple, sunny slopes and verdant valleys, and bright Mizar-hills of love and faithfulness ! But to keep you humble, — to teach you your dependence on Himself, — to make your present existence a state of discipline and proba- tion. He has ordered it otherwise. Your journey as travellers is through mist and cloud-land ; — your voyage as seamen through alternate calm and storm* And much of that discipline, too, is mysterious. You cannot discern its '' why " and " wherefore." To employ a former symbol, you are now like the vessel building in the dock-yard. The unskilled and uninitiated can hear nothing but clanging hammers ; — they can see nothing but un- shapely timbers and glare of torches. It is a scene of din and noise, dust and confusion. But all will at last be acknowledged as needed portions in the * " Sometimes I can rejoice in the Mount with my Redeemer. Sometimes I lie in the Valley, dead, barren, tmprofitable I am frequently wounded in the battle. Blessed be God that the Physician, the Castle, and the Fortress, are ever at hand." — Lkkcrstelh's Life. THE QTJIET HAVEN. 227 spiritual workmanship; — wlien the soul, released from its earthly fastenings, is launched on the sum- mer seas of eternity — *' Give to the winds thy fears, Hope and be undismay'd. God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head : Through waves, and clouds, and storms. He gently clears the way ; Wait thou His time — so shall this night Soon end in joyous day." * Above all, let this Psalm teach you that your spiritual interests are in safe keeping. No wound- ed Hart seeking the water-brooks ever sought them in vain. When drooping, downcast, disconsolate yourself, remember " God is faithful." " He can- not deny Himself." *' He satisfieth the longing soul with goodness.'' None is " able to j^luck you out of His hand." There may be fluctuations — ebbings and tlowings — in the tides of the soul ; but '^ He that hath begun a good work in you, ^uill carry it on until the day of the Lord Jesus." You may reach * ■' David might have gone a thousand times to the tabernacle and never found a thousandth part of the blessing he found in this wilderness. It was in the absence of all that was dear to him as man, he found his special solace in God." — Ilarington Evans. 228 THE QUIET HAVEN. the heavenly fold with bleating cries, — with torn fleece and bleeding feet ; — but you luill reach it, if you have learned to sing, " The Lord is my shepherd !" You may reach the water-brooks with languid eye and panting sides ; — but you will reach them, if you can truthfully say, " 3Iy soid tliirsteth for God, for the living God I" You may begin your song in the minor-key, but if " My God " be its key- note, you will finish it with the angels and among ministering seraphim ! Go then, Christians ! and, as you see what Faith, and Hope, and Pkayek did for the Exile of Gilead, try what they can and will do for yoK. With all your varied trials, with all your manifold sorrowful experiences, who, after all (this Psalm seems to say) so favoured as you ? Who possess your pre- sent exalted privileges ? — who your elevating hopes? — the consciousness, even in your trials, that each billow is wafting you nearer the haven of eternal rest? " These see the works of the Lord, and His wonders in the deep. For He commandeth, and raiseth the stormy wind, which lifteth up the waves thereof. They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths: their soul is melted THE QUIET HAVEN. 229 because of trouble. Then they cry unto the Lord in their trouble, and He bringeth them out of their distresses. He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still. Then are they glad because they be quiet; so He BRINGETH them UNTO THEIR DESIRED HAVEN ! " *' Soul, then know thy full salvation. Rise o'er Ban, and fear, and care, Joy to find in every station Something stUl to do or bear. Think what Spirit dwells within thee. Think what Father's smiles are thine. Think that Jesus died to save thee — Child of heaven ! canst thou repine ? '* Haste thee on from grace to glory — Arm'd by Faith and wing'd by Prayer j Heaven's eternal days before thee, God's own hand shall guide thee there I Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days ; Hope shall change to glad fruition, Faith to sight, and Prayer to praise I * THE END. 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