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Updated: June 18, 2025


In the Psalmist's language, 'My soul' has to give account of its tremors and flutterings to 'Me, the ruling Self, who should be Lord of temperament, and control the fluctuations of feeling. The whole preceding parts of both the psalms, before this refrain, are an answer to the question which my text puts.

It was a strange and wonderful sight, bringing home to me the truth of the Psalmist's words, "They that go down to the sea in ships, and occupy their business in great waters; these men see the works of the Lord and His wonders in the deep," etc.

She drew a low stool to the side of the bed, and, laying her head down on the pillow beside him, she sang, in a voice low and soft but clear as a skylark's, the sweetest of all the sweet Psalmist's holy songs. It must have been a weary day for her too.

It is to be further observed that literally the words run, 'My soul is silence unto God. That forcible form of expression describes the completeness of the Psalmist's unmurmuring submission and quiet faith. His whole being is one great stillness, broken by no clamorous passions, by no loud-voiced desires, by no remonstrating reluctance.

III. That leads me to another point, that the keeping of these two thoughts together should lead us all to conscious penitence. The Psalmist's words are not the mere complaint of a soul in affliction, they are also the acknowledgment of a conscience repenting. The contemplation of these two numberless series should affect us all in a like manner.

He quotes Psalm cx., which he had learned to do from his Master, and just as he had argued about the prediction of Resurrection, that the dead Psalmist's words could not apply to himself, and must therefore apply to the Messiah; so he concludes that it was not 'David' who was called by Jehovah to sit as 'Lord' on His right hand.

I. First, then, life here may be God's presence with us, to make us steadfast. Mark the Psalmist's language.

It would not matter if such platitudes only lived on dustily in vapid and ill-furnished minds, like the vases of milky-green opaque glass decorated with golden stars, that were the joy of Early Victorian chimney-pieces, and now hold spills in the second-best spare bedroom. But like the psalmist's enemies, platitudes live and are mighty.

These are mainly two 'I am holy, and 'Thy servant that trusteth in Thee. Now, with regard to that first word 'holy, according to our modern understanding of the expression it by no means sets forth the Psalmist's idea. It has an unpleasant smack of self-righteousness, too, which is by no means to be found in the original. But the word employed is a very remarkable and pregnant one.

At the sight of the hills our Psalmist's hope instead of lying asleep in confidence of a help too far away to be vivid, or dying of starvation because that help is so long of coming leaps to her feet, all watch and welcome for an instant arrival. Whence cometh my help? My help cometh from the Lord, that made heaven and earth. This is not fancy; it is an attitude of real life.

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