PSALM FOR SUNDAY: O MY SOUL
Deep calls to deep
at the roar of your waterfalls;
at the roar of your waterfalls;
all your breakers and your waves
have gone over me.
By day the Lord commands his steadfast
love,
and at night his song is with me,
a prayer to the God of my life.
and at night his song is with me,
a prayer to the God of my life.
I
say to God, my rock:
“Why have you forgotten me?
Why do I go mourning
because
of the oppression of the enemy?”
As with a deadly wound
in my bones,
my adversaries taunt me,
my adversaries taunt me,
while they say to me all the day long,
“Where is your God?”
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my salvation and my God.
Psalm 42:7-11
Come what may there shall be "a certain secret something" to sweeten all. Lovingkindness is a noble life belt in a rough sea. The day may darken into a strange and untimely midnight, but the love of God ordained of old to be the portion of the elect, shall be by sovereign decree meted out to them.
No day shall ever dawn on an heir of grace and find him altogether forsaken of his Lord: the Lord reigneth, and as a sovereign he will with authority command mercy to be reserved for his chosen. And in the night. Both divisions of the day shall be illuminated with special love, and no stress of trial shall prevent it.
Our God is God of the nights as well as the days...The belief that we shall yet glorify the Lord for mercy given in extremity is a delightful stay to the soul. Affliction may put out our candle, but if it cannot silence our song we will soon light the candle again. And my prayer unto the God of my life. Prayer is yoked with praise. He who is the living God, is the God of our life, from him we derive it, with him in prayer and praise we spend it, to him we devote it, in him we shall prefect it.
To be assured that our sighs and songs shall both have free access to our glorious Lord is to have reason for hope in the most deplorable condition.
Charles Spurgeon, Treasury of David