Like as a father pitieth his children,.... When in any affliction, disorder, or distress: the Lord stands in the relation of a Father to his people; they are his children by adopting grace, through the covenant of grace with them; by a sovereign act of his own will he puts them among the children, predestinates them to the adoption of children;...
Like as a father pitieth his children, so the LORD pitieth them that fear him. The best of them need pity. There is something to pity in them; and because the Lord pities them, he will not lay too heavy a burden upon them, he will not demand too much of them, he will not give them over to their enemies. He deals tenderly with them because they are...
Like as a father pitieth his children, so the LORD pitieth them that fear him. Notice that, as this sacred song rises, it gets more tender; if it is not quite so jubilant, the praise is all the deeper, and quite as thrilling. One of the sweetest thoughts that we can have concerning God is that which relates to his fatherly tenderness toward his...
Like as a father pitieth his children, so the LORD pitieth them that fear him. Let us praise him for his tender pity over our weakness, his forbearance with our infirmity and waywardness.
Like as a father pitieth his children, so the LORD pitieth them that fear him. The very best of them are only objects of pity. Though they are the best, they need that he should look down upon them with infinite compassion.
Like as a father pitieth his children, so the LORD pitieth them that fear him. He has an infinitely tender heart, he never strikes without regret, but his love always flows most freely. No earthly father or mother is half so pitiful as God is to his children.
Like as a father pitieth his children, so the LORD pitieth them that fear him. While they are sick in body, and while he looks at them with great tenderness, feeling for them, suffering with them.
Like as a father pitieth his children, so the LORD pitieth them that fear him. Do not stop the music of thanksgiving; let your hearts, if not your voices, keep on saying, “Bless the Lord! Bless the Lord!” Oh, what pity you and I have needed! What tenderness and compassion! And — Such pity as a father hath Unto his children dear, — such pity has...
Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him. He has a tender heart: he never strikes without regret, but his love always flows freely. No father or mother is half so mild and loving as is the Lord of hosts.
For he knoweth our frame,.... The outward frame of their bodies, what brittle ware, what earthen vessels, they be; he being the potter, they the clay, he knows what they are able to bear, and what not; that if he lays his hand too heavy, or strikes too hard, or repeats his strokes too often, they will fall in pieces: he knows the inward frame of...
For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust. Sometimes we do not remember that ourselves; we think that we are iron, and we fancy that we shall last for ever; but the Lord “remembereth that we are dust.”
For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust. Let his name be praised for this. Dust must be handled daintily, lest it should resolve itself into its separate particles, and God thus delicately handles us.
For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust. Some people do not remember that, they try to work us as if we were made of iron. But the Lord is very pitiful. He knows that we are nothing but a mass of animated dust, which the wind can soon carry away.
For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust. As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more. But the mercy of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting upon them that fear him, and his righteousness unto...
For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust. Our bodies are just animated dust, and our souls are so weak and feeble that even they might be compared to dust in his sight, — not iron or granite, but simply dust. What men call “the laws of nature” are so stern that it is a wonder that men live as long as they do, for earthquakes and...
For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust. He knows that our sickness is but a premonition of that death which will dissolve this mortal frame, which is only kept together by a continuous miracle. It is strange that such a heap of dust as our body is does not dissolve much sooner. That it should return to the dust from whence it...
For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust. As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more. As a congregation, we have had most grievous proof of this truth during the last two or three months. It has seemed to...
For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust. Our bodies are but animated dust, and even our souls might be compared to dust in his sight. Not iron or granite, but mere dust are we. It is a wonder that men live so long when there are such mighty forces, even in nature, arrayed against them. Who can control earthquakes and volcanoes?...
As for man, his days are as grass,.... He himself is like the grass which springs out of the earth; continues on it for a time, and then drops into it; the continuance of the grass is very short, it flourishes in the morning, is cut down at evening, and withers; see Psalms 90:5. As a flower of the field, so he flourisheth; which denotes the...
As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth. For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone; and the place thereof shall know it no more. Before even the mower’s scythe comes, the hot eastern wind has dried up the grass, and it is gone. How little a thing carries us away! It seems as if it did not need death to...