Psalms 94:19. In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul.
"My thoughts" - so some read this verse, - "seem intertwisted and interlaced like the many boughs of a tree. I cannot make them out myself, they are in such a tangle." But the bird has learned to sit among the boughs, and sing: "Thy comforts delight my soul." There are thoughts of grief, thoughts of fear, thoughts of disappointment, thoughts of desertion, thoughts of a broken heart, all sorts of thoughts, but God’s comforts come in, and delight the soul. You know what it is - do you not? - to be cast down, but not destroyed, to be troubled, and yet to be happy. "As sorrowful," says Paul, "yet always rejoicing;" whereupon an old divine remarks that it is "as sorrowful" - quasi sorrowful; but it is not "as alway rejoicing." There is no "quasi" to that, but there is a real joy in the midst of a seeming sorrow. "In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul."
Psalms 94:19. In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul.
"My thoughts" - so some read this verse, - "seem intertwisted and interlaced like the many boughs of a tree. I cannot make them out myself, they are in such a tangle." But the bird has learned to sit among the boughs, and sing: "Thy comforts delight my soul." There are thoughts of grief, thoughts of fear, thoughts of disappointment, thoughts of desertion, thoughts of a broken heart, all sorts of thoughts, but God’s comforts come in, and delight the soul. You know what it is - do you not? - to be cast down, but not destroyed, to be troubled, and yet to be happy. "As sorrowful," says Paul, "yet always rejoicing;" whereupon an old divine remarks that it is "as sorrowful" - quasi sorrowful; but it is not "as alway rejoicing." There is no "quasi" to that, but there is a real joy in the midst of a seeming sorrow. "In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul."