Psalms 116:3-4

Psalms 116:3-4. The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow. Then called I upon the name of the LORD; O LORD, I beseech thee, deliver my soul.

His petition was short, earnest, plain, and personal. It was a sharp arrow shot from the bow of prayer, and it reached its mark in the heart of God. Are any of you just now in very sore distress? Then let each one imitate the example of the psalmist, and pray, "O Lord, I beseech thee, deliver my soul." Have you been delivered as the psalmist was? Then, make a note of it, be sure to jot it down in your pocket-book, so that, when you get into such a trouble again, you may turn to the record of God’s delivering mercy, and say, "The God who delivered me before has not changed, so I will apply to him again, for I am sure that he will again deliver me."