Praise Comely to the Upright
(No. 3460)
A SERMON PUBLISHED ON THURSDAY, MAY 27, 1915.
DELIVERED BY C. H. SPURGEON,
AT THE METROPOLITAN TABERNACLE, NEWINGTON, ON THURSDAY EVENING JUNE 18,
1868.
"Praise is comely for the upright." Psalm 33:1.
THE Psalmist was full of praise and, therefore, felt that he could not
fully express the Glory of God, but desired to enlist others in the
sacred service. You hear him often calling upon sea and land, upon
earth and Heaven, upon mountain and valley, upon plants and creeping
things, upon living creatures, upon the heavens and the heavens that
are above the heavens, to assist him in magnifying the name of the
Infinite Jehovah, whose praise still exceeds all the honor that can be
given to Him by all His creatures. Praise has a blessed contagion in
it. It is like fire–if it burns its way in one place, it will be
spreading itself if it can. A man cannot praise God alone. There will
always be within him a high ambition to teach others to take up the
strain. He will always be longing and desiring to lead others in the
same sweet employ. Now let us seem to hear across these ages the voices
of those who are with their God as they cry to us, "Rejoice in the
Lord, you righteous, for praise is comely to the upright."
I have taken for a text that one sentence–and I will speak of it under
four short words which may serve as headings–four words of question.
The first is–
I. WHAT?
What is it which is so comely, so comely to the upright? It is praise,
the praise Of God! And this praise of God, though it is always the same
thing, the same spiritual thing produced by the Spirit of God, yet
takes different forms, and in each form it is still comely to the
upright. It is so in that delightful form of music in which we express
with accord, hearts and voices keeping tune together, in the great
congregation our sense of united adoration. I think there is nothing
more comely than the sweet songs of the sanctuary, and what our friends
of the Society of Friends do without singing I scarcely know! I think
they will have to recant that one thing at least when they enter
Heaven, for surely they cannot be silent there, where all shall join in
songs like unto great thunder, and like the mighty rolling of the sea
in praise of the Infinite Majesty of Him who was slain, but who always
lives! I think we could not, anyhow, give up our song. We would feel as
if the Sabbath were shorn of its bloom, as if you had plucked the
flowers out of the garden of the soul! Our soul must sing, yes, she
will sing praises unto the Lord! So natural does it seem to the renewed
heart to join in praise with others, that even when lying in the
dungeon, after having been beaten sore with stripes, and with their
feet fast in the stocks, Paul and Silas did not only pray, but they
sang praises unto God, and praise was comely there! It has been comely
in many a prison where no one has heard the sound but God. It has been
comely among the glens of Scotland when the Covenanters lifted up the
Psalm. It has been comely in nooks and corners of England when
Puritans, in fear of their lives, nevertheless magnified the name of
the Lord. It has been comely at the stakes at Smithfield! Comely from
Anne Askew's lips, when she was on the rack, stretched to the utmost!
It has been comely anywhere when the voice has poured out itself with
musical rhythm in the praise of the Most High!
But there is a second form of vocal praise which is equally comely to
the upright–the spoken praise of God. I allude to those praises which
consist of commendation of the name, and Person, and service, and
goodness of the Lord by private Christians to their fellow men. Think
not that all praise is gathered up in singing! It is the praise of God
when the mother tells her child of the goodness of Him who made the
stars, and who spread the world with flowers. It is praise when the
young convert tells of the joy of his heart to his companion and bids
him fly to the Fountain where he has washed and been made clean. It is
praise, praise of a high order, too, when the advanced Believer in his
old age tells of the
faithfulness of God, and how not one good thing has failed of all that
the Lord God has promised! And while praise seems to sit in such a
comely manner upon the young convert, so that it seems to be the most
natural thing in all the world for him to praise, it is equally comely
in the aged Christian, for he seems to feel that if such a man as he,
preserved so long, did not praise God, the very stones in the street
would cry out against him!
That praise which consists in living, loving, personal testimony to the
goodness and faithfulness of the Lord is always comely to the upright.
I wish that some Christians would remember that murmuring is not
comely. That envying others, that finding fault, that ambition, that
desiring greater things–that all these are not comely, but the
speaking well of His name, the testimony to His faithfulness in
Providence and to His goodness in Grace–this is comely to the upright.
But the truest praise, perhaps, is that which is not expressed in
language, because it could not be–meditative praise. I fear there is
but little of this in London. I am not sure that there is any more of
it in the country, though there ought to be a great deal more of it in
both. I mean such praise as this–when, like David, we sit before the
Lord and think of His exceeding bounty and then say, "What am I, and
what is my Father's house that You have brought me here?" I mean the
praise that makes the tear unbidden come to the eyes–not the tear of
sorrow, but the tear of overwhelming gratitude for the goodness of God,
so that the soul, without making use of words, seems to say–
"When all Your mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view,
I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise." When thoughts become too heavy
for words to carry them–when they break the backs of words, as it
were. When "expressive silence," as the poet calls it, has to come to
the rescue and the man is compelled rather to fall prostrate before the
Infinite Majesty and goodness than to venture on a sonnet that would
fall flat in the presence of such emotions!–
"Words are but air, and tongues but clay,
But Your compassions are Divine." Where, then, shall it be found
possible for words and for tongues to worthily express our praise? I am
sure it would be a very refreshing thing to us all–acceptable to God
and very blessed to ourselves–if we had more of this quiet praise! It
would be refreshing if we could get to some of those cool retreats,
those silent shades that with prayer and praise agree, and seem, by
God's kind bounty, made for those who would worship Him. Such praise is
comely to the upright. I like to think of George Herbert and those
other holy men who led meditative lives walking through the Parsonage
Garden and up and down by the banks of the brook, singing within
themselves of their God. It seems to fit them as a beautiful vest that
is comely upon their shoulders when they are engaged in the meditative
praise of God!
But one more remark. Sometimes praise does not even fall into the form
of meditation, much less of conversation or of song. It becomes–what
shall I call it?–habitual praise–the spirit of praise. I will
indicate one or two Brothers and Sisters in this congregation who, if
it were the depth of winter, would create a smile in my vestry if they
would but enter it–who, whenever I meet them, their eyes sparkle like
stars, their lips drop pearls, they never seem to be unhappy, never
doubting, never distrustful. They are sure to speak every Sabbath
morning, "We shall have a good day today. There has been much prayer
about it and God always answers prayer. You will be graciously helped
through it. Be of good courage." And on Sunday night it is, "This has
been a good Sunday." In fact, they say they never have anything but
good Sabbaths! They always seem to be fed and they are always
rejoicing. And if you talk to them, they are not the youngest people in
the congregation, perhaps–they may not be the richest, they may not be
in the best circumstances, but they are always the most cheerful,
always the most happy and they can say–
"We would not change our blest estate
For all the world calls good and great." Now, believe me, I think this
is most comely to the upright when men or women shall get into the
spirit of praise so that they shall always be blessing God. Why, it is
such a beautiful dress to wear that they shine in the family, they
shine in business, they shine in the church, they shine in the eyes of
angels who think that they must be angels, too, they have got into such
an angelic frame of mind! Such a man was Bernard Gilpin, who always
said "it was all for the best." If it was fair, it was all for the
best. Or if there had been any rain, it was all for the best. Were it
hot or were it cold, it was all for the best! Bernard was arrested by
the Queen's order to be brought to London to be burned, but he said it
was all for the
best. The soldiers, knowing of this expression of his, jeered him all
along the journey with blasphemies, and when his horse fell and he
broke his leg, they laughed, but he said it was all for the best. He
was laid upon the road for a surgeon to set his bones, but he said it
was all for the best, and so it proved to be, for this delayed
them–and when they got just within sight of London they could hear the
bells ringing and, on enquiry, they learned that Queen Mary was dead
and Queen Elizabeth had succeeded–so that Mr. Bernard Gilpin had
arrived in London just three days too late to be burned–and he was
quite correct in saying that it was all for the best! But I have no
doubt that if he had gone to the stake he would have said it was all
for the beat, and certainly his emancipated spirit, as it left its
charred ashes behind, would have sung, "Yes, it is all for the best."
Now that state of heart, not the act of praise, but the spirit of
praise, in which the soul seems to swim in praise as the fish swims in
the river, and to bathe and perfume itself with thanksgiving, as Esther
perfumed herself in Ahasuerus's palace. Such a state of heart as this
is extremely comely to the upright! That is the answer to the
question–What? The next question is–
II. WHY?
Why is praise so befitting and becoming to the upright? We answer that
it is so, and you will soon see it, from thenature of things. Wings are
most becoming to an angel. You would not think of drawing one of those
spirits that are like flames of fire without giving it wings. What for?
Why, to mount with, to make him ethereal, to quicken his motions. Well,
and the Christian without praise would be without his wings! What is he
to mount with? He does not wish to grovel here below, fond of these
earthly toys, but how is he to mount? Prayer gives him one wing, but
praise must give him the other–and when he gets prayer and praise, oh,
how he seems to leave sublunary things behind and away he flies, borne
by the strong help of the eternal Spirit up to–
"Where eternal ages roll, Where solid pleasures never die, And fruits
immortal feast the soul." Take away the Christian's power of praising
God and you make him a poor earthworm, bound here with doubts, fears
and cares. But let him but kindle in his soul the flame that burns in
Heaven of seraphic love to God and away he mounts!
Praise is comely to the upright, in the next place, from the office of
the Believer. When Aaron put on his breastplate, his belt, his ephod
and his bells, everyone said that the garment was comely to Aaron. It
would not have been comely to us because we would have no right to wear
it, but the office of Aaron made it comely to him. You would not think
it comely if I were to come here to preach to you tonight with a red
coat on. You would have said, "No, that red coat is exceedingly comely
to the soldier–it suits him–but it does not suit the minister." Now
the Christian is a priest and praise is a part of the garment of a
priest that he must wear. Praise is the employment of a priest.
Inasmuch as we are kings and priests unto God, it becomes us that we
should swing that golden censor that is full of thanksgiving, and that
we should stand before the golden altar and continually offer sacrifice
and praise acceptable to God by Jesus Christ. It suits our nature and
suits our office and, therefore, it is comely to the upright.
Praise is comely to the upright as flowers and fruits are comely to a
plant. There never was a plant but what the fruit it bore suited it and
the greatest comeliness to the apple tree in the garden is to see it
loaded with its wondrous blossoms, the most beautiful things in all the
world–and then afterwards to see the boughs hanging down with luscious
fruit! The comeliness of a plant lies in its coming to perfection and
bearing its fruit. So with Christians. The barren Christian has no
comeliness, but the comeliness of the Christian, his
spiritualcomeliness, lies in his bringing forth fruit unto God– and
what is this but praise? "Whoever offers praise, glorifies Me," says
the Lord. Man is made on purpose to glorify God. It is his chief end.
Then his chief end is comely to him. If he answers his end, he is
comely to Him who made him, and inasmuch as our chief end is to glorify
God, praise becomes comely to the upright.
Once again, praise is comely to the upright as a crown is comely to a
king. It is his highest honor, his chief dignity. It is one of our
highest honors to praise God–praise Him that we are His elected, His
begotten–that we are His redeemed, His sanctified, His preserved
people. When we get to this, we occupy as high a stand as we well can
do short of Heaven! And in Heaven I know not if we shall ever seem more
comely than when we are, with all the hosts of angels, praising and
magnifying the name of the Lord! When we praise God, we do, as it were,
put on our crowns, as when they, before the Throne of God, praise God.
They also come with their crowns, but make it part of their praise to
take them off, again, with, "Not unto us, not unto us, O Lord, but unto
Your name be glory!"
Now, Christian, just treasure up this thought, that praise is comely to
the upright. There are a great many people in the world who think a
great deal of their personal appearance. How they will look in that
mirror! How they will turn that hair again! How they arrange that
dress! There must not be a pin awry. What does it really matter? After
you have dressed yourselves as best you may, flies, bees, and insects
of all kinds still excel you! When you have glorified yourselves to the
pitch of Solomon, yet you cannot match the lilies–they still excel
you! But that idea of comeliness ought to be turned into a better
channel. If I want to make myself comely, why should I not desire to be
comely in the esteem of those whose opinion is worth the having, and
comely in the eyes of God? How can this be, then? Well, if I have,
first of all, been covered with the blood and righteousness of Jesus
Christ, which are the true beauty of the Christian, then the next thing
to make me comely is to praise God, to keep His praises continually on
my lips! If I begin complaining and mourning when I am harshly treated,
I am, as it were, but scratching my own face! It is not comely to me–I
am putting on rags! I am soiling my garments. I am pulling off my gold
rings. I am stripping myself of my ornaments. But if I praise God, then
I am acting according to my better nature, according to my office–I am
acting in the most honorable capacity possible and I am answering the
end for which God made me. Do, therefore, you who want to be thought
comely, be continually praising God!
And now, in the third place, another little word to help your memories,
and that shall be–
III. WHEN?
"Praise is comely to the upright." But when? Now-a-days that which is
comely one day is not comely the next, for the fashions change so
continually. But let me tell you that the spiritual fashions never
change, and that which God declares to be comely, today, will be comely
next year, and comely forever! Praise is never out of fashion, never
out of season, never out of date. You may praise God and utter even the
same sentiments as came from the lips of Enoch and there shall be
nothing stale therein–it shall still be comely. When is it comely for
Christians to praise God? My answer is always. I must comprehend all
seasons and all places. It is never uncomely to praise God. When the
congregation has met and the service has commenced, it is the time to
lift up the voice unanimously! Oh, it is then comely to the Believer to
praise the Most High God! If there are but two or three who are met
together in some lowly schoolroom, or a shed, or a barn, or under the
forest trees–or half a dozen on the deck of a vessel, or down in the
cabin or the forecastle–it matters not where, let us pitch our tent
and sing one of the songs of Zion! Praise is comely to the upright from
half a dozen in some back-wood settlement, or out in the bush at a
settler's log hut. Sweet everywhere, it is unacceptable nowhere! Praise
is comely in all such places when the saints come together. And,
Brothers and Sisters, praise is comely from the Christian at any
season. If he wakes in the morning, he sings–
"Awake! Lift up yourself, my heart And with the angels bear your part,
Who all night long unwearied sing High praises to the Eternal King."
His morning praise, glistening with dew, is comely. And if in the night
watches he tosses restlessly on his bed, why, praise at night again is
sweet–and so will it be from the Believer if he can then sing the
praises of the Lord. When you are cracking your whip, you that drive a
cart in the streets, why, you can sing one of the songs of Zion there!
There is many a light and frothy song sung there–why should not ours
be sung, too? It will be comely to the upright. When you are in the
field digging, plowing, hay making, harvesting. When you good girls are
at work at the needle, or the sewing machine, or book folding, or
whatever it is! You mothers, rocking your cradles, or whatever it may
be–praise will not seem out of place if you are upright in heart.
Praise will be comely to you on all occasions!
But there are certain occasions when praise has a peculiar beauty. For
instance, praise is comely to the upright when you are in poverty. It
is easy to praise God when you have all you need. Who would not? A dog
will follow you when you feed him. But to praise God when He takes away
those gifts that you prize the most–oh, this is comely praise, indeed!
To say, with Job, "Though He slays me, yet will I trust in Him. Shall
we receive good from the hand of the Lord, and shall we not receive
evil?"–that is praise! Let me just say that when we lie upon the bed
and pain shoots through us, some of us men who are a great deal more
impatient than women are, do not find it very easy to praise God, then,
and yet oh, it is blessed when we can tighten the heartstrings at last
and get them right, and bless the Lord that lives, who will yet bring
us up from languishing and restore us from the gates of the grave.
Praise in the midst of bodily pain– headache, heartache, or any form
of disease, is very comely to the upright! And to praise God when some
beloved one on
whom your heart is set is sickening–that is difficult, but it is very
comely. To see him on whom all your earthly dependence is fixed,
sickening and pining, and yet to say, "The Lord's will be done, and
blessed be His name," oh, 'tis so comely that I do not know that the
angels in Heaven have, any of them, such a piece of praise, so rich and
rare as that of the song of resignation when Beloved ones are going!
And when the earth rattles on the coffin lid of a dear child, or a
friend, or a beloved wife, then to be able to say, "The Lord gave, and
the Lord has taken away, and blessed be the name of the Lord"–such
praise as that is very comely to the upright. And when these things
meet–when deaths, sicknesses and poverty come like many seas meeting
at one place–let me tell you that the harder it is to sing, the more
comely it is to do it! There is no music, perhaps, that we relish so
much as the song of the nightingale, and that is because it sings in
the night. And there is no praise more acceptable to God than the songs
of His people in the night when they can praise Him under distress. I
have read a saying by an old writer that God's birds sing best in
cages, and so they do when the cages have in them some affliction and
trial. Then do they pour out their notes sweetly, magnifying the name
of the Lord! If I am asked, then, when should the Believer praise God,
I say, especially in the time of trial!
I may say yet again, that we never praise God, I think, so acceptably
as when others are blaspheming and profaning His name. For the Believer
then to venture his testimony in the teeth of all defiance, to thrust
himself in the way of jeers and sneers for Christ's sake, to bless God
when others curse Him–this is very comely to a cross-bearer, to a
servant of Him who laid down His life for His Father's Glory. And in
times when you come to be slandered and your name is evilly spoken of,
and your religion is said to be worthless, and your actions
misrepresented, and your motives misconstrued–it is a grand thing,
then, to praise God, and say–
"If on my face, for Your dear name,
Shame and reproach shall be,
I'll hail reproach and welcome shame,
If You remember me." At such times, again, praise is sweet.
But, Beloved, there is an hour coming when praise will be comeliest of
all–I mean when this mortal frame shall dissolve and our spirits shall
be entering upon an unseen world. It is not every Believer that dies
singing. It is not necessary to his safety that he should do so, but
oh, it is so comely if he can do it! As it is said to sound very
sweetly over the water, so certainly over the billows of death the song
of the triumphant Christian comes with special sweetness! I shall
always remember with great delight one verse of a hymn which I heard
from a dying Christian who had become blind just before his death–and
which has always since been invested in my memory with a melody I never
heard in it before–
"And when you see my eye strings break,
How sweet my minutes roll!
Mortal paleness on my cheek,
But glory in my soul!" Ah! it is comely to the upright to be praising
God when heart and flesh are failing! But I must leave that. I shall
finish with another little word, and that is– IV. WHOM?
Praise is comely–not to everybody–but to the upright. It is a very
sad reflection that during this week some of the most glorious music
that ever was composed–some of the noblest words that have ever been
written, has been sung– and I do not altogether disapprove of it–but
sung, I fear, by some who have no part nor lot in what they are
singing! I refer to Handel's glorious music–the noblest sounds, I
think, next to the songs of angels, and one of the highest and holiest
enjoyments of earth to listen to! But there are singers there who know
nothing of God, or of His praise. It is very sad to think of it, but
then it is just the same here on Sundays–just the same. You sing, but
you do not sing. The sound is there, but not the heart in the song. As
for your professional singing on Sabbath–I believe that that is
earthly, sensual, outright devilish! We have heard say of our friends
in America that in some of their churches the choir is so much esteemed
and so highly esteemed by itself, that if the congregation were to
sing, they would almost frown upon them to put them out of tune, and
that there is very little sound of the congregation's singing heard
compared with those half a dozen perhaps as wicked singers as the music
halls could find, stuck up there to glorify God by insulting Him! There
has been a good deal of that done in England, too. Some of our churches
have gone and picked up people according to their
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sweet voices and have said, "Now you praise God at so much per week."
But the thing won't do–every conscience is convinced that it is wrong
and the text utterly condemns it, for praise is comely to the
upright–it is not comely to anybody else!
The upright. Did you notice that word? It is a grand word, that word,
upright. It is not the man who goes out of his way here and there. It
is not the crooked man. It is the upright man. Nobody praises God like
the man that stands upright. God will have a straight musical
instrument–He will not have it crooked. If we are to praise Him, we
must be upright. And mark, being upright consists in perfect
independence of all, except God. The upright man does not lean on
anything else, but stands right straight up. Now when a man says, "I
would like to be a Christian, but_"–he is not
upright. "I would be honest, but_"–he is not upright. "I would make a
profession of religion, but_"–he is not
upright. He who has two objectives, two ends–who holds with the world
and holds with God–is not upright and he cannot praise God! But when a
man has been created anew in Christ Jesus. When he has been taught what
the right path is and Grace given him to follow it, and who says, "Now,
come fair or come foul, my trust is in the living God. I would not lie,
though it were to gain a world. Nor would I cheat, though it were to
win Heaven itself. I am independent of these things, seeing that God
has promised that He will never leave me, nor forsake me"–when a man
thus stands upright, he makes very blessed music–and such us God can
accept! But your crooked tradesmen, your merchants who can cheat, your
sneaks, your fraudulent bankrupts and I know not what besides–God
wants no music out of them! It is no credit to a man to be praised by a
rogue, and it is no credit to God to be praised by a man who has no
character. When a man has character and lives up to it as a Christian,
then it becomes honorable to God to be praised by him. If I heard a bad
man speak well of God, I would say, "Ah, I do not like that! As a jewel
of gold set in a swine's snout, so is a good word from such a man as
that." I am sure, if I lived near any of you, and esteemed your
character very highly and I heard all the blacklegs in London say what
a good soul you were, I would begin to ask if you had not done
something amiss, if you had not done something wrong. Said one of the
philosophers when he was praised by a bad man, "What have I done wrong
that I should deserve to be praised by such a man as this?" And when
ungodly men praise God, we might almost say, "What has God done that
such an one as this should praise Him?" Praise is not comely to
such–it does not seem right at all. It is either a mere form without
life and, consequently, a dead thing that God cannot accept, or else it
is hypocritical, and God will not accept that. Or else it is a
downright insult and that is to be avoided above all things! Praise is
only comely to the upright.
Then, my dear Friends, are you upright? Have you, first of all, been
laid flat and brought to the horizontal? If so, then you will soon come
to the perpendicular! A man must be brought to lie flat before the
Throne of Grace, confessing his own nothingness. And he must look up to
the Cross of Christ and rest there, or else he has not yet learned what
it is to stand upright, for this, alone, can produce stability of
principle–faith in the living God–and the believing man stands where
all others fall! Oh, to have this uprightness of heart. If you have it,
then go and praise God. It is comely to you. Cease not from it, but
say, in the words of our hymn–
"I'll praise Him in life, I'll praise Him in death!
I'll praise Him as long as He lends me breath;
And say when the death-dew lies cold on my brow,
'If ever Iloved You, my Jesus, 'tis now.
Amen.
EXPOSITION BY C. H. SPURGEON: PSALM 130; 1 JOHN 1:4-7.
PSALM 130.
Verse 1. Out of the depths have I cried unto You, O LORD. The most
eminent of God's saints have been in the depths. Therefore, then,
should I murmur if I have to endure trials? What am I that I should be
exempt from warfare? How can I expect to win the crown without first
carrying the Cross? David saw the depths–and so must you and I. But
David learned to cry to God out of the depths. Learn, therefore, that
there is no place so deep but prayer can reach from the bottom of it up
to God and then God's long arm can reach to the bottom and bring us up
out of the depth! "Out of
the depths have I cried unto You, O Lord." Do not say, "Out of the
depths have I talked to my neighbors and sought consolation from my
friends."–
"Were half the breath thus vainly spent, To Heaven in supplication
sent, Your cheerful song would often be, 'Hear what the Lord has done
for me!'"
2. Lord, hear my voice: let Your ears be attentive to the voice of my
supplications. Now a main part of prayer must be occupied by confession
and the Psalmist proceeds, therefore–
3. If You, LORD, should mark iniquities, O Lord, who shall stand?That
is to say, apart from Christ, if God exercises His justice to its
utmost severity, the best of men must fall, for the best of man, being
men at the best, are sinners even at their best estate.
4. But there is forgiveness with You, that You may be feared. If there
were no mercy, there would be no love in any human heart–and there
would be an end to religion if there were an end to forgiveness! Here
let us observe that the best of men dare not stand before an absolute
God, that the holiest of God's saints need to be accepted on the
footing of a Mediator, to receive forgiveness of sins.
5. I wait for the LORD, my soul does wait, and in His Word do I hope.
There is a waiting of expectancy–we believe that He is about to give
us the mercy, and so we hold out our hand for it. There is a waiting of
resignation. We know not what God may do, nor when He may appear, but
we wait. Aaron held his peace–'tis a great virtue to wait for God when
we know not what He does, but to wait for His explanations and be
content to go without explanations if He does not choose to give them!
6. My soul waits for the Lord more than they that watch for the
morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.And many a
mariner has watched for the morning with an awful anxiety, for he could
not know where his vessel was until the day should break. Many a weary
patient, tossed upon the bed of pain, has waited for the morning,
saying, "Would God it were morning, for then, perhaps, I might find
ease." And you know that sometimes the watchers upon the castle top,
who have to be guarding the ramparts against the adversary by night,
watch for the morning. So does David's soul watch. Lord, if I may not
have You, permit me to watch for You. Oh, there is some happiness even
in waiting for an absent God! I recollect that Rutherford said, "I do
not see how I can be unhappy, for if Christ will not love me, if He
will but permit me to love Him, and I feel I cannot help doing that,
the loving of Him will be Heaven enough for me." Waiting for God is
sweet, inexpressibly delightful–
"To those who call, how kind You are, how good to those who seek 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." Happy are they
who, having waited patiently, at last behold their God!
7. 8. Let Israel hope in the LORD: for with the LORD there is mercy,
and with Him is plenteous redemption. And He shall redeem Israel from
all his iniquities. He shall do this in a double and perfect way–He
shall redeem us from the effect of all our iniquities through the
atoning Sacrifice–and from the presence of all iniquity by His
sanctifying Spirit. They are without fault before the Throne of God. I
will purge their blood that I have not cleansed, says the Lord that
dwells in Zion. May my soul have a part and lot in this precious
promise!
1 JOHN 1:4-7.
4. And these things write we unto you, that your joy may be full Some
Christians have joy, but there are only a few drops in the bottom of
their cup. But the Scriptures were written, and more especially the
Doctrine of an Incarnate God is revealed to us that our joy may be
full! Why, if you have nothing else to make you glad, the fact that
Jesus has become a Brother to you, arrayed in your flesh, should make
your joy full.
5. This then is the message which we have heard of Him, and declare
unto you, that God is light, and in Him is no darkness at all.Not a
light, nor the light, though He is both, but that He is Light.
Scripture uses the term, light, for knowledge, for purity, for
prosperity, for happiness, and for truth. God is Light, and then in his
usual style John, who not only tells you a Truth of God, but always
guards it, adds, "in whom is no darkness at all."
6. If we say that we have fellowship with Him, and walk in darkness, we
lie, and do not speak the truth. Mark here, this does not mean walking
in the darkness of sorrow, for there are many of God's people that walk
in the darkness of doubts and fears, and yet they have fellowship with
God. No, they sometimes have fellowship with Christ all the better for
the darkness of the path along which they walk. But the darkness here
meant is the darkness of sin, the darkness of lies. If I walk in a lie,
or walk in sin, and then profess to have fellowship with God, I have
lied and do not speak the truth.
7. But if we walk in the light as He is in the light–Not to the same
degree, but in the same manner.
7. We have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ,
His Son, cleanses us from all sin. So you see that when we walk the
best–when we walk in the light as He is in the light, when our
fellowship is of the highest order–we still need daily cleansing. It
does not say–mark this, O my Soul–it does not say, The blood of Jesus
Christ "cleansed," but, "cleanses." If guilt returns, His power may be
proved again and again! There is no fear–all my daily slips and
shortcomings shall be graciously removed by this precious blood. But
there are some who think they are perfectly sanctified and have no sin.