Psalms 94:19. In the multitude of my thoughts within me -
"I cannot collect my thoughts, they will not be gathered into orderly array, they rush to and fro, there is a multitude, a mob of them." It is good to have thoughts, but sometimes you may have too many of them; and they may come helter-skelter, blasphemous thoughts, perhaps, despairing, proud, unbelieving, all sorts of thoughts: "In the multitude of my thoughts within me" -
Psalms 94:19. Thy comforts delight my soul.
"Comforts which thou dost bring me, comforts which arise from thoughts of thee, the comforts of the Comforter, the comforts of the God of all comfort, thy comforts delight my soul." You must often have noticed that troubles seldom come alone; if you get one trial, you will probably have a whole covey of them. It very rarely happens, I think, to any one of us to have a lone sorrow. In another place the psalmist says, "Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts; all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me." It is so with some of us at this time; we have a multitude of troubled thoughts within us. But have you also noticed that God’s mercies do not come alone? They come in flocks; the psalmist says, "Thy comforts" - not merely one comfort, but a great host of them, - "Thy comforts delight my soul, they not merely sustain me, and keep me alive, but they delight my soul. God never does anything by halves; when he gives us comfort, he does it thoroughly. The Lord’s flowers bloom double; he gives us not only comfort, but delight: "Thy comforts delight my soul." Now the psalmist turns to God in prayer, and says: -
Psalms 94:19. In the multitude of my thoughts within me -
"I cannot collect my thoughts, they will not be gathered into orderly array, they rush to and fro, there is a multitude, a mob of them." It is good to have thoughts, but sometimes you may have too many of them; and they may come helter-skelter, blasphemous thoughts, perhaps, despairing, proud, unbelieving, all sorts of thoughts: "In the multitude of my thoughts within me" -
Psalms 94:19. Thy comforts delight my soul.
"Comforts which thou dost bring me, comforts which arise from thoughts of thee, the comforts of the Comforter, the comforts of the God of all comfort, thy comforts delight my soul." You must often have noticed that troubles seldom come alone; if you get one trial, you will probably have a whole covey of them. It very rarely happens, I think, to any one of us to have a lone sorrow. In another place the psalmist says, "Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts; all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me." It is so with some of us at this time; we have a multitude of troubled thoughts within us. But have you also noticed that God’s mercies do not come alone? They come in flocks; the psalmist says, "Thy comforts" - not merely one comfort, but a great host of them, - "Thy comforts delight my soul, they not merely sustain me, and keep me alive, but they delight my soul. God never does anything by halves; when he gives us comfort, he does it thoroughly. The Lord’s flowers bloom double; he gives us not only comfort, but delight: "Thy comforts delight my soul." Now the psalmist turns to God in prayer, and says: -