Psalms 91:2. I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.
This is a daring utterance, as if the psalmist would claim for himself the choicest privileges of any child of God. When you hear a glorious doctrine preached, it may be very sweet to others; but the honey lies in the particular application of it to yourself. You must, like the bee, go down into the bell of the flower yourself, and fetch out its nectar. "I will say of the Lord, He is my" - then come three my’s, as if the psalmist could grasp the Triune Jehovah, - "my refuge, my fortress, my God; in him will I trust." What a grand word that is, "My God"! Can any language be loftier?
Can any thought be more profound? Can any comfort be surer?
Psalms 91:2. I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.
This is a daring utterance, as if the psalmist would claim for himself the choicest privileges of any child of God. When you hear a glorious doctrine preached, it may be very sweet to others; but the honey lies in the particular application of it to yourself. You must, like the bee, go down into the bell of the flower yourself, and fetch out its nectar. "I will say of the Lord, He is my" - then come three my’s, as if the psalmist could grasp the Triune Jehovah, - "my refuge, my fortress, my God; in him will I trust." What a grand word that is, "My God"! Can any language be loftier?
Can any thought be more profound? Can any comfort be surer?