2403. The Sweet And The Sweetener

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No. 2403-41:108. A Sermon Delivered On Lord’s Day Evening, March 6, 1887, By C. H. Spurgeon, At The Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington.

A Sermon Intended For Reading On Lord’s Day, March 10, 1895.

My meditation of him shall be sweet. {Ps 104:34}

 For other sermons on this text:
   {See Spurgeon_Sermons No. 2403, “Sweet and the Sweetener, The” 2404}
   {See Spurgeon_Sermons No. 2690, “Meditation on God” 2691}
   {See Spurgeon_Sermons No. 2759, “Pleasures of Piety, The” 2760}
   Exposition on Ps 104 {See Spurgeon_Sermons No. 2403, “Sweet and the Sweetener, The” 2404 @@ "Exposition"}

1. Those of you who were present this morning know that, with all my heart, and mind, and soul, and strength, I pleaded with men that they would come to Christ. {See Spurgeon_Sermons No. 1951, “The Pleading Of The Last Messenger” 1952} If ever in my life I felt that I had spent every particle of my strength, I felt it when I had finished that discourse. I could have wished to die, and end my ministry, with the testimony that I bore this morning; I do not know in what way I could have more completely poured out my whole being in earnest desire for the conversion of my fellow men. I thought that it would not be possible for me to handle another subject in anything like the same way tonight, I did not feel that I could do so; I said to myself, therefore, “Instead of preaching, instead of having anything to do that will cost much effort and cause much mental strain, I will just make myself as one among the people, and enjoy myself as a member of the congregation. I will have a subject on which we can all calmly think; I mean, all of us who know the Lord”; and it seemed to me as if nothing could be more fitting than to think of him who is the joy of our heart, to meditate on him who is the strength of our spirit, even our blessed Lord, of whom the text says, “My meditation of him, shall be sweet.” So, then, I am not going to preach at this time, I am just going to lead your meditations a little, myself meditating while you also meditate, being a kind of choir director to pitch the tune in which, I trust, all who love the Lord will heartily join. May God the Holy Spirit help us all sweetly to meditate on him of whom the psalmist speaks here!

2. This 104th Psalm is a very wonderful one. Humboldt wrote a book which he called Cosmos; that is, the world; and this Psalm is a Cosmos, it is a world set on fire with praise. It is all creation, from the mountain’s summit down to the brooks that sparkle through the valleys, praising God. I have frequently read this Psalm through in the woods and on the mountain side; and when we have come home from an excursion in the Italian mountains, I have said to my companions, “Now we will read the 104th Psalm.” It is the naturalist’s Psalm, it is the Psalm of nature viewed by the eye of faith; and he who learns to look properly on seas and mountains, on beasts and birds, on sun and moon and stars, sees God in all things, and says with the psalmist, “My meditation of him shall be sweet.”

3. But, beloved, redemption is a more choice theme for meditation than creation is, for its wonders are far greater. I can understand that God should make the worlds; but that he should redeem men from eternal ruin, I cannot understand. The Creator forming all things by the word of his power is nothing like so remarkable an object of meditation as that same Creator, veiled in human flesh, yielding his hands to the nails on the cross, and bowing his head beneath the stroke of death. If creation is marvellous, redemption is a more sublime miracle, a wonder in the very centre of all wonders.

4. Nor is the theme of redemption less vast than that of creation. Truly, nature is a very wide theme, from the almost infinite greatness, which is discovered through the telescope to the wonderful minuteness which is perceived through the microscope. Nature seems to have no bounds; yet it is a mere fragment compared with redemption, where everything is infinite, where you have to deal with sin and love, life and death, eternity and heaven and hell, God and man, and the Son of God made flesh for man’s sake. Now you are among the sublimities indeed; meditating on redemption, your theme is vast beyond conception.

5. And let me add that the theme of redemption is quite as fresh as that of nature. Nature, it is true, never grows stale; from the first day of the year until the last, it is always young. Did you ever see the ocean look the same twice? Did you ever gaze on the face of nature without always perceiving some fresh beauty there? But it is just the same with redemption. The cross never grows old; the doctrine of Christ crucified is a spring that wells up for ever with a sparkling freshness. Not even the eternal ages shall exhaust it; but when untold myriads of years have passed away, this old, old story of the cross will still be for ever new.

6. There is this to say about a meditation on redemption, that it comes much more closely home to us. I like to think of the stars; but, after all, I can be happy if the stars are quenched. I delight to think of the rolling ocean; but still, I could rejoice if there were no more sea. But in redemption we have a vital and personal interest; we could not live as we now live, in the sight of God we could not truly live at all, if we had not been redeemed with the precious blood of Christ. The seas and the starry worlds are not ours as blessedly as Christ is ours; and none of them can bring medicine to the heart and joy to the spirit as does Jesus, who loved us, and gave himself for us. So I think I may say, however excellent the naturalist’s meditations are, and the more of right meditation on nature the better, and I wish that we were all learned after the order of true science, which deals with nature itself, and not with theories, — yet, if you know little about these things in which some take so deep an interest, your meditations of God may be extremely sweet. If you keep within the bounds of redemption through Jesus Christ, which are by no means narrow, you may say, “My meditation of him shall be sweet.”

7. So, first, I shall talk about the sweet:“ My meditation of him shall be sweet.” Then I shall speak of the sweet as a sweetener, for it is not only sweet in itself, but it imparts sweetness, such sweetness as we need and the many bitters of this mortal life.

8. I. First, then, let us talk about THE SWEET: “My meditation of him shall be sweet.” “Of him” — that is, of the Well-Beloved of the Father, of the Well-Beloved of the Church, of the Well-Beloved of my own soul; of him who loved me, in whose blood I have washed my robes, and made them white; — it is meditation “of him” that is sweet; not merely of doctrine about him, but of him, of himself; “my meditation of him” — not merely of his offices, and his work, and all that concerns him, but of his own dear self. There lies the sweetness; and the closer we come to his blessed person, the more truly we have approached the very centre of bliss.

9. Then it is “meditation of him” that makes the sweetness. Brethren, it is very delightful to hear about our Lord; I am sure that I have often been charmed when I have heard what others have had to say about him. My hearing of him is very sweet; but it does not say that in our text, it is, “my meditation of him.” When I hear over again, in the echoes of my heart, what I have heard with my ears; when, like the cattle, having cropped the luscious food, I lie down, as they do, to ruminate and chew the cud, “my meditation of him shall be sweet.” To think over again what I have already thought of, to turn over and over in my soul truths with which I am happily familiar, which I have tasted and handled many times, and just to taste and handle them again, in doing so, “my meditation of him shall be sweet.” The more we know of Christ, the more we want to know of him; and the more sweet Christ is to us already, the more sweet he will be. We never can exhaust this gold mine; it gets richer, the deeper we dig into it. “My meditation of him shall be sweet.” I will not ask for the glowing phrases of the orator, I will not wish for the profundities of the theologian; I will just sit down, humble as my mind may be, and think of what I have heard and known, and especially of all I have experienced of my Lord; and “my meditation of him shall be sweet.”

10. But let me dwell for a minute on that first word: “My meditation of him shall be sweet,” Not another man’s meditation, which is afterwards related to me, but my own meditation of him shall be sweet. Let me say, concerning the wine of communion with Christ, that it is never so sweet to a man as when he treads the grapes out himself: “My meditation of him shall be sweet.” You get a text, and beat out its meaning, “working your passage,” as we say, into the very soul of it; then you will understand it, and you will also enjoy it.

11. Make meditation of Christ to be your own personal act and deed; grasp him for yourself, and hold him by the feet. Put your own finger into the prints of the nails, and out of your own heart’s experience cry, “My Lord and my God.” Then you shall not need me to tell you how sweet such a meditation is, for you will be able to say for yourself, “My meditation of him shall be sweet.” It does not mean, my dear friend, who you are, but if you only belong to Christ, your meditation of him shall be sweet. You are a very poor and illiterate person, perhaps; but, if you know him, it shall be sweet to you to meditate on him. Or, it may be, you are a man well read and knowledgeable; but I am quite sure that there is not in all the range of your reading anything for sweetness comparable to him. The science of Christ crucified leads the vanguard of all the sciences. This is the most excellent of all knowledge, compared with which every other knowledge is only ignorance dressed in its best.My meditation of him shall be sweet,” even mine as I stand here in the midst of you, and yours as you sit in those pews; and as you come presently to this table of communion, I hope each one who meditates on Christ will be able to say, “My meditation of him shall be sweet.”

12. Now let us meditate on him for a few minutes; and, first, meditate on his person. This Blessed One, who is truly among us tonight, is God and man. Meditate on his manhood. He is of a nature like your own; except he is sinless, he is a man as you are. Think of it, and rejoice that he has so intense a sympathy with you, and that you can have so intense a sympathy with him. He is your Brother, though he is also the Prince of the kings of the earth. He is your Husband, bone of your bone and flesh of your flesh, though he is also “over all, God blessed for ever.” Do not our hearts begin at once to warm towards the Man Christ Jesus, — in all our afflictions afflicted, in all our grief’s a partaker, — and shall not our meditation of him be sweet?

13. But then he is also God, and, as God, he has all dominion and authority in heaven and on earth. Think, then, how near he has brought us to the Godhead; there is now no division between a believing man and God, the Christ has bridged the chasm between the Creator and the creature. One might have thought that this gulf never could have been bridged. Between an angry God and a sinner, reconciliation may be made; but between a Creator and his creature, what link of union can there be? There could have been none if Christ had not become incarnate. If God had not taken manhood into union with himself, we could never have been brought so near to God as we now are. Angels, you may stand back, you can never come so near the throne as man has come, for he was made a little lower than the angels, but now, in the person of Christ, he is set in the place of dominion and honour, and made to be master over all the works of God’s hands! My meditation on the divine person of my blessed Master shall be sweet, shall it not? I only indicate a long vista of delight, as it were; I open the gate, and say, “Go in there, friend, you shall find good food for meditation that way.”

14. Now let us meditate on our Lord’s life, for this meditation also shall be sweet. Suppose I take the four Gospels, and read the story of my blessed Master’s existence here among men. Well, it needs meditating on, for that life is much more than the evangelists could write. The life of Christ has a wonderful depth in it. The other day, I was reading aloud the first chapter of Luke’s Gospel, and trying to expound it, and when I came to the close of my meditation, I said to myself, “If I were restricted to that one chapter for a whole lifetime, I could never expound all its depths.” That simple life of Christ, from Nazareth to Golgotha, is a life of fathomless depths; and the more you shall meditate on it, the more sweetness you shall find in it. Oh, to think of his fellowship with me if I am poor, for he hungered; his fellowship with me if I am weary, for he, “being weary, sat on the well”; his fellowship with me if I have to stand foot to foot with the old enemy, to contend even for my life; his fellowship with me if I lie in darkness, and in the valley of the shadow of death, and have to cry, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” Read by the eye of faith, the whole story of the life of Christ is full of sweetness to the meditative mind; for, remember that, as he contended, he became a conqueror, and in this, too, we shall be like him, for we shall overcome through his blood. Faith in him will give us the victory; we shall tread Satan under our feet before the battle is finished, even as he has done. My meditation of his woes, coupled with my meditation of his ultimate joys, shall be extremely sweet as a prophecy that, if I stoop, I too shall conquer; and though I am cast down, yet my casting down shall only be the means of lifting me up.

15. Now, here is another road for your thoughts to travel on. “My meditation of him shall be sweet,” especially when I meditate on his death. The death of our Lord and Master should be the habitual theme of the meditation of God’s people. I am afraid that, in these days, we do not think enough of the cross and passion of our Divine Redeemer. I read, in the “modern-thought” papers and reviews, sneers about our “sensuous” hymns when we sing about our Lord on the tree; and they would have us forbear to talk about his blood. Those expressions are “out of date.” It is “medieval” (I think that is the word) to proclaim a dying Christ. Now, notice that, the strength of the Church of Rome over many minds has for centuries lain in the fact that she does keep prominent the facts of our Lord’s passion and death. Perverted as that truth about his cross often is, yet it has salvation in it; and I do not doubt that many find their way to eternal life, even in that apostate church, by the fact that Christ crucified is made to be a great reality. If it ever comes to pass among us who are called Protestants, and those who are called Protestant Dissenters, that the great fact of the death of Christ is to be regarded as a kind of myth, out of which certain obscure doctrines may be deduced, but which is not itself to be spoken of, we shall have cut the Achilles’ tendon of our strength, and our power to bless the sons of men will have departed. Oh, give me the story of the cross, the veritable story! Yes, let my eyes behold the wounds of Jesus, as I stand and bow before the Crucified! His death was a literal fact, no phantom dream; and so we would hold it, and we would meditate on it as the centre of all our hopes. “My meditation of him shall be sweet,” is especially true of Christ on Calvary’s cross. Here I see atonement completed, satisfaction rendered, justice honoured, grace expounded, love struggling, bleeding, contending, conquering. In the actual death of Christ on the cross, I see the safety of his elect whom he has purchased with his precious blood. I see here the ending of the reign of evil, the bruising of the old serpent’s head. I see the great rock on which the kingdom of God is established on a firm foundation sealed with the blood of Christ. Oh, go and live on Calvary, you saints! No better air is to be found beneath the canopy of heaven; and, as you linger there, your meditation on your Lord shall be sweet.

16. But what am I saying? For wherever I contemplate the Lord Jesus Christ, “my meditation of him shall be sweet.” Follow him in his resurrection; behold him in his present glory. Meditate much on his intercession at the right hand of God. How secure we are because he lives for ever to intercede for us! What prophecies of good things to come are hidden away in the person of our great High Priest before the throne.

17. Think, too, of the glory yet to be revealed. “Behold, he comes.” Every hour is bringing him nearer. We shall see him in that day; and though we may fall asleep before he comes, yet at his coming he shall raise our bodies from the dust, and in our flesh we shall see God. Let us meditate much on the glories of Christ’s Second Advent, the transcendent splendours of our Divine Conqueror, the background of his sufferings only making his triumphs to shine all the more brightly. Meditate on these things, give your minds entirely to them, then you shall prove the sweetness which dwells in them all.

18. If you, who are children of God, do not feel that you could traverse any of these paths, I want you to seek to get sweetness out of this thought, “HE loves me.” Say to yourself, believer, “If there is never another one in heaven or on earth who loves me, yet Jesus loves me. Jesus loves me; it is almost inconceivable, yet is it true.”

19. II. Now let us turn to the second part of the subject, THE SWEET AS A SWEETENER: “My meditation of him shall be sweet,”

20. That is to say, first, it shall sweeten all my other sweetness. I commend to you who are happy, to you who are full of joy, this blessed method of securing for yourselves a continuance of that happiness, and in such a manner as to prevent its sickening. If you have honey, and your hands are full of it, be cautious how you eat it, for you may eat honey until you are sick of it; but if you have a great supply of honey, put something sweeter than honey with it, and then it will not harm you. I mean, if God has given you joy in your youth, if you are prospered in business, if your house is full of happiness, if your children sing around your knee, if you have health and wealth, and your spirit dances with joy, all this by itself may curdle and spoil. Add to it a sweet meditation of your Lord, and all will be well; for it is safe to enjoy temporal things when we enjoy eternal things even more. If you will put Christ on the throne, to rule over these good things of yours, then all shall be well; but if you do dethrone him to set these things up, then they become idols, and “he shall utterly abolish the idols.” If you are truly his, you shall have great sorrow in the falling of your Dagons, but it shall surely come to pass. Oh cheerful, happy, joyful people, I wish there were more of you; I am not condemning your joy, I would partake in it; but let the uppermost joy you have always be “Jesus Christ himself.” If the occasion for joy is your marriage, ask him to the wedding, for he will turn the water into wine. If it is your prosperity, ask him to the harvest festival, and he will bless your storehouse and your barn, and make your mercies to be real blessings for you.

21. But, dear friends, I do not need to say much on this point, because, at least to some of us, our very sweet days are not very long or very many. The comfort is, that this sweetness can sweeten all our bitters. A meditation on Christ would overcome every bitter in the cup of life, and turn it into sweetness. I will suppose that you are at this time undergoing personal trials of a temporal kind. There are a great many cures for the cares of this life which philosophy would suggest; but I suggest none of them to you, I prescribe meditation on Christ. I have already given you many hints how the sorrows, the struggles, and the conquests of the life of Christ may help to sweeten all your conflicts and your struggles. Half-an-hour’s communion with the Lord Jesus will take away the keenness of all your anxieties. Enter into your bedroom, shut the door, and begin to speak with the Man of sorrows, and your own sorrows will soon be assuaged. If you are poor, go to him who had nowhere to lay his head, and you will even seem to be rich as you come back to your place in the world. Have you been despised and rejected? Only look on him on whom men spat, whom they cast out, saying that it was not fit that he should live, and you will feel as if you never had true honour except when you were, for Christ’s sake, despised and dishonoured. You will almost feel as if it was too great an honour for you to have been condemned for his dear sake, who bore the shame and the spitting and the cruel cross for your sake. Yes, the best sweetener of all temporal troubles is a meditation on Christ Jesus our Lord.

22. So it is with all the troubles that come from your Christian work and service. I do not know how it is with any of my fellow workers here, but I can say this. My work has about it a joy that angels might envy; but, at the same time, it also has a sorrow, which I would not wish any to know if it stood by itself. To preach Christ, oh, what bliss it is! To tell of my Master’s sweet love, and of his power to save the guilty, I would be content to stay out of heaven for seven ages if I might always be permitted to do nothing else but preach Christ to perishing sinners. But there is the heart-break which comes with it, often, in preparing to preach, lest perhaps one should not take the right subject, or should not have one’s heart in a right condition for the handling of it. Add to that the anxieties that creep over one occupying such a position as mine. Standing where I stand tonight, and remembering many sorrowful histories, many disappointed hopes, concerning the condition of many now before me, I go home sometimes wishing that I could creep into my bed, and never come out of it again because of my terrible anguish over some of you who will, I fear, be eternally lost. As surely as you are here, you will be lost, unless you turn to Christ. Nothing seems as if it could save you; entreaties, invitations, warnings, prayers, all are in vain. You are still without God, and without Christ; and if you remain so, you will be lost, and we cannot bear the thought of it. We cannot endure to think that we should preach, and warn, and entreat, and invite, and yet that it should all end in nothing except that we should look from the right hand of the Great Judge, and see you among those to whom he will say, “Depart from me, you cursed!” Truly, there is an awful heart-break that comes to us when we think of these things; and when we see some, who ran well, turning aside; some, who held the truth, decrying and denying that truth; some, who once preached it, beginning to preach the fancies of the age instead of the gospel of all the ages, then our heart is indeed heavy. But what then? “My meditation of him shall be sweet!” He is still the same God over all, blessed for evermore, he is still exalted a Prince and a Saviour. Jesus will surely save his own, and he will overthrow all his adversaries, for “He shall not fail nor be discouraged, until he has set judgment in the earth.” After all is said and done, there is no dishonour possible to him. It is true that “He humbled himself, and became obedient to death, even the death of the cross” but finish the quotation, “Therefore God also has highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name: that at the name” (or, in the name) “of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.” So, my meditation of him, even amid the anxieties of Christian service, shall be extremely sweet.

23. Yes, beloved, and it is just the same when you come to the anxieties concerning your own spiritual condition. I suppose that the very good, “perfect” people we sometimes meet, or hear about, never get into the state I sometimes get into; but I believe that many of you feel at times cast down and troubled about your own spiritual state. Whether men laugh at it or not, I affirm that many a child of God besides John Newton has had to say, —

    ’Tis a point I long to know,
       Oft it causes anxious thought,
    Do I love the Lord or no?
       Am I his, or am I not?

I venture to say that, since this was the question which the Lord himself asked Peter, therefore it is not a wrong question for us to ask ourselves. When darkness veils the skies, and the spirit sinks, and a sense of sin is more prevalent than the realization of divine grace, then it is bitterness indeed; and at such a time, the very best sweetener of the waters of Marah is to think about Christ: “My meditation of him shall be sweet.” A sinner’s Saviour, — oh, how sweet he is to such a sinner as I am! A Saviour for those who have no strength, — what a precious Saviour he is to a weak one like myself! A Saviour who, though we do not believe as we ought, still remains faithful, — what a dear Saviour he is to a half-believing one who has to cry, “Lord, I believe, help my unbelief!” Let me give you a little piece of advice; do not think of yourself, but think of your Lord; or, if you must think of yourself, for every time you give an eye to self, give twice that time to Christ. Then your meditation of him shall be sweet.

24. So, dear friends, as long as we live, and when we come to die, our meditation of him shall be sweet. I would not have any of you fear the bitterness of death if you are trusting in Jesus. God has a wonderful power of strengthening our souls when our bodies grow very weak and feeble. I am quite sure that some of my dear friends never before were in such a condition in all their lives as I have seen them in when they have evidently been marked for death. The messenger has come, and, as John Bunyan puts it, has brought some timely “sign” to warn the spirit that, in a very short time, it is to appear among the shining ones at the right hand of God, and I have seen the spirit of the timid grow strangely brave, and the spirit of the questioning grow very assured, just then. The Lord has revealed himself in an unusually gracious way to the poor fluttering heart. Just as the dove was about to take its last long flight, it seemed to have its eyes strengthened to see the place to which it must fly, and all timidity has gone for ever. “My meditation of him shall be sweet.” When I lie dying, when heart and flesh are failing me, when I shall have little else to think of but my Lord and the eternal state, then thoughts of him shall pull up the flood-gates of the river of bliss, and let the very joy of heaven into my heart, and I shall be eager to be up and away. I shall not dread the pains, and groans, and dying strife, of which some talk so much; but the sweetness of “my meditation of him” shall make me forget even the bitterness of death itself.

25. I am finished when I have just given you one more thought. Our text might be read like this, “My meditation shall be sweet to him.” We are going to soon uncover the table of communion; you will have nothing to think of but the body and the blood of him by whose death you live. That meditation will, I trust, be very sweet to you; but this fact ought to help to make it so, that it will be “sweet to him.” Jesus loves you to love him, and he loves you to think of him. I know what you have said, sometimes; I remember a Christian woman saying to me, “I have often wished that I could preach, sir. I have often wished that I had only been a man that I might constantly preach the gospel.” I do not wonder; I should marvel indeed if a good many Christian people did not say, “I wish that I could be a missionary,” or, “I wish that I could be a poetess, like Miss Havergal, and sweetly sing of Christ.” Perhaps you cannot do any of those things; but you can meditate on Christ, can you not? And your meditation on him shall be sweet to him. He will delight in your delighting in him.

26. “Oh, but I am a nobody,” one says; “I am nothing.” I tell even you that your meditation of Christ, though it seems not to go very deep, though you cannot, perhaps, keep your thoughts well together, yet that heart-meditation of yours, which longs to meditate on your Lord, and craves to know more of him, is very sweet to him. Why, you fathers and mothers, you know how it is with those little ones of yours; and especially that first little one that just begins to talk! He has said nothing but nonsense at present, yet you respect the little words, do you not? It is a wonderful speech that little boy of yours made; but why do you think so much of your child’s little thoughts and expressions? Is it not because he is your child that you value his words so much? Well now, you belong to Christ, and because you belong to him, he accepts your meditations because he accepts you, and he takes a delight even in those poor broken perplexed thoughts of yours. He knows that, if you could sing like the seraphim, you would do so; if you could serve him as the angels do, you would. Well, if you cannot do that, you can at least meditate on Christ, and your meditation of him shall be sweet to him. Oh, then, give him much of it, and may God bless you, for his dear Son’s sake! Amen.

Exposition By C. H. Spurgeon {Ps 104}

I trust that we have already felt something of holy enjoyment while our hearts and voices have been praising the Lord our God. Perhaps this Psalm may help to keep us in a praising state of mind. First of all, David sang of the majesty of God in his works; then it seems as if the spirit of praise within him became like a strong-winged angel, and, mounting into the sky, he began to soar aloft over the varied landscapes of the world until the sun went down; and even then, he continued swiftly along through the darkness until the sun rose again, and found him still praising his God. We will note, as we read the Psalm, this strange, mysterious flight of the spirit of praise.

1. Bless the LORD, oh my soul.

There is the keynote. Strike it, my brethren, each one of you!

1-3. Oh LORD my God, you are very great; you are clothed with honour and majesty. Who covers yourself with light as with a garment: who stretches out the heavens like a curtain: who lays the beams of his chambers in the waters:

Or, as we may read it from the Hebrew, “who makes his halls in the waters”; those mysterious waters above the firmament are pictured here as being the cool, retired dwelling-place of the majestic Deity.

3. Who makes the clouds his chariot: who walks on the wings of the wind:

A masterful picture, as if the Lord stood erect on the two wings of the wind, and as if the wind, like a mighty spirit, went flying around the world, with the great Jehovah standing on its wings, and so riding along.

4, 5. Who makes his angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire: who laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be moved for ever.

Now comes a very graphic description of Noah’s flood.

6. You covered it with the deep as with a garment: the waters stood above the mountains.

What a splendid act of divine energy, when the waters which, before, like tamed lions, slept in their dens, came hungry and fierce, and swallowed up the whole earth!

7, 8. At your rebuke they fled; at the voice of your thunder they hurried away. They go up by the mountains; they go down by the valleys to the place which you have founded for them.

At the sound of God’s voice, those mighty depths went back in a great hurricane. Anyone who has seen water when it is travelling at a great rate, lashed with tempests, will have seen it tossed as into mountains, and then having huge holes like vast valleys in it; so, the waters rose up like mountains, and fell down like valleys, until they found the channels of the deep which God had founded for them.

9. You have set a bound that they may not pass over; that they do not return to cover the earth.

Jehovah puts the bit of sand into the mouth of the sea, and it comes no farther than its appointed bounds.

Now you must suppose the psalmist is leaving the crowded streets, and the dingy, dusty, smoky haunts of men, and flying, on the wings of his gratitude and praise, away into the quiet of the fertile countryside.

10-12. He sends the springs into the valleys, which run among the hills. They give water to every beast of the field: the wild donkeys quench their thirst. By them the fowls of the heaven shall have their habitation, which sing among the branches.

I know of no place that seems to bring out one’s joy and praise better than when standing by the side of some rippling brook that tumbles down the fissure among the rocks, and seeing the animals come to drink, and hearing the birds blithely sing among the branches, or hang over and dip into the very stream. Even the reading of this Psalm may be like a cool and refreshing breeze to you at this time, and your soul may in imagination fly away with David, as you also praise and bless your God.

13. He waters the hills from his chambers:

From those watery halls above the firmament he pours down the showers.

13-15. The earth is satisfied with the fruit of your works. He causes the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man: so that he may produce out of the earth; and wine that makes the heart of man glad, and oil to make his face to shine, and bread which strengthens man’s heart.

The spirit of praise is flying over the fields ploughed and tilled by man, over the fruitful vineyards red with clusters of grapes, and over the olive gardens and other places where man’s handiwork has made the earth fertile. Now the psalmist mounts still higher, and gets into the woods.

16, 17. The trees of the LORD are full of sap; the cedars of Lebanon, which he has planted; where the birds make their nests: as for the stork, the fir trees are her house.

Flying along over the tops of the trees, he looks down among them, and he notices the beasts as well as the birds

18. The high hills are a refuge for the wild goats; and the rocks for the conies.

So that there is not any part of the earth which is not full of God’s goodness; even the rocks, which yield nothing to the plough, furnish a refuge for the conies, and the high hills are a home for the wild goats, while the fertile earth beneath makes man’s heart glad.

As the spirit of praise flies over the tops of the mountains, the sun goes down. The psalmist witnesses that grand sight, an Eastern sunset.

19, 20. He appointed the moon for seasons: the sun knows its going down. You make darkness, and it is night:

Will he cease from his song now? No, for God does not cease to work.

20, 21. Where all the beasts of the forest creep out. The young lions roar after their prey, and seek their meat from God.

So that even night has its mysterious music, and the roaring of the young lions is a tribute to the providence of the good God who cares even for the beasts that perish.

22. The sun rises, they gather themselves together, and lay down in their dens.

You see, the psalmist does not cease his praise, but finds a theme for music even in the rest of the beasts.

23, 24. Man goes out to his work and to his labour until the evening. Oh LORD, how many are your works! In wisdom you have made them all: the earth is full of your riches.

The psalmist has made a long journey, flying along just where he could see everything on the face of the earth, but he thinks to himself that he has not seen the half of God’s works yet, for over there is the Mediterranean, glistening in the morning sunbeams, so he takes another flight.

25, 26. So is this great and wide sea, in which innumerable things are creeping, both small and great beasts. There go the ships:

That is, above the water; while in it —

26. There is that leviathan, whom you have made to play in it.

Some mighty fish leaps out of the sea; the psalmist’s eye catches a glimpse of it, and he puts even that monster into his hymn of praise.

27. These all wait on you; so that you may give them their food in due season.

My brethren, what an idea we have here of God supplying all the creatures of the earth and the sea! They are all waiting on him; they can go to no other storehouse but his, no other granary can supply their needs. Surely, we need not be afraid that he will fail us. It he feeds leviathan with his great needs, and the many birds with their little needs, he will not forget his children; he will never withhold any real good from those who walk uprightly.

28. What you give them they gather: you open your hand, they are filled with good.

That is all he has to do, you see, just to open his hand. If that hand were once firmly closed, they would all die; but, in order to supply the needs of all the creatures he has made, he has only just to open his hand.

29. You hide your face,

As if he only put his hand before the brightness of his countenance, —

29, 30. They are troubled: you take away their breath, they die, and return to their dust. You send out your Spirit, they are created: and you renew the face of the earth.

When God takes away the congenial light of the summer’s sun, what multitudes of creatures die; and then, when the soft breath of spring blows on the earth, how soon the multitudes of insects come teeming out! Christian, here is comfort for you! Has God withheld his Spirit from you for a little while, and have many of your joys and comforts fallen dead? He has only to speak, and he can renew all your comforts in a moment.

31-35. The glory of the LORD shall endure for ever: the LORD shall rejoice in his works. He looks on the earth, and it trembles: he touches the hills, and they smoke. I will sing to the LORD as long as I live: I will sing praise to my God while I have my being. My meditation of him shall be sweet: I will be glad in the LORD. Let the sinners be consumed out of the earth, and let the wicked be no more.

It seems as if the spirit of praise had created in the psalmist a spirit of indignation against sin, he could have no patience any longer with those who would not adore so great and so good a God, and therefore he utters this imprecation on their heads, which is rather a prophecy of what will be their doom: “Let the sinners be consumed out of the earth, and let the wicked be no more.”

35. Bless the LORD, oh my soul. Praise the LORD.

So the psalmist, like a good musician, ends with the keynote of his song of praise: “Bless the LORD, oh my soul.” May each of us say the same!

 {See Spurgeon_Hymnal “The Christian, Privileges, Communion with Jesus — ‘Thy Name Is As Ointment Poured Forth’ ” 786}
 {See Spurgeon_Hymnal “The Christian, Privileges, Communion with Jesus — ‘Whom Having Not Seen We Love’ ” 785}
 {See Spurgeon_Hymnal “The Christian, Privileges, Communion with Jesus — His Name Is Lovely” 808}


The Christian, Privileges, Communion with Jesus
786 — “Thy Name Is As Ointment Poured Forth”
1 Jesus, the very thought of thee
      With sweetness fill my breast;
   But sweeter far thy face to see,
      And in thy presence rest,
2 Nor voice can sing, nor heart can frame,
      Nor can the memory find,
   A sweeter sound than thy blest name,
      Oh Saviour of mankind!
3 Oh, hope of every contrite heart!
      Oh, joy of all the meek!
   To those who fall, how kind thou art!
      How good to those who seek!
4 But what to those who find? Ah! this
      Nor tongue nor pen can show;
   The love of Jesus — what it is,
      None but his loved ones know.
5 Jesus, our only joy be thou,
      As thou our crown wilt be;
   Jesus, be thou our glory now,
      And through eternity.
                  Bernard of Clairvaux, 1153;
                  tr. by Edward Caswall, 1849.


The Christian, Privileges, Communion with Jesus
785 — “Whom Having Not Seen We Love”
1 Jesus, these eyes have never seen
      That radiant form of thine!
   The veil of sense hangs dark between
      Thy blessed face and mine!
2 I see thee not, I hear thee not,
      Yet art thou oft with me;
   And earth hath ne’er so dear a spot.
      As where I meet with thee.
3 Like some bright dream that comes unsought,
      When slumbers o’er me roll,
   Thine image ever fills my thought,
      And charms my ravish’d soul.
4 Yet though I have not seen, and still
      Must rest in faith alone;
   I love thee, dearest Lord! and will,
      Unseen, but not unknown.
5 When death these mortal eyes shall seal,
      And still this throbbing heart,
   The rending veil shall thee reveal,
      All glorious as thou art!
                           Ray Palmer, 1858.


The Christian, Privileges, Communion with Jesus
808 — His Name Is Lovely <7s.>
1 Other name than my dear Lord’s,
   Never to my heart affords
   Equal influence to move
   Its deep springs of joy and love.
2 He from youth has been my guide,
   He to hoar hairs will provide,
   Every light and every shade,
   On my path his presence made.
3 He hath been my joy in woe,
   Cheer’d my heart when it was low,
   And, with warnings softly sad,
   Calm’d my heart when it was glad.
4 Change or chance could ne’er befall,
   But he proved mine all in all;
   All he asks in answer is,
   That I should be wholly his.
5 Oh that I may ever prove,
   By a life of earnest love,
   How, by right of grace divine,
   I am his, and he is mine.
                  John S. B. Monsell, 1863.

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