Thou turnest man to destruction; and sayest, Return, ye children of men. Man is mortal, conspicuously so. As we walk about our streets, how we miss our old companions one by one. They have returned to the bosom of mother earth whence they first sprang. The inhabitants of this world seem to pass in procession before our eyes; those who were here a...
For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night. Yesterday, while it was with us, was a short period of four and twenty hours; but when it is past, it seems like nothing at all. A thousand years, all big with events which we consider to be full of weight and importance, make up a long period in...
For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night. A thousand years is a very long period in human history. If you fly back and try, in your knowledge of history, to recollect what the world was a thousand years ago, it seems, a long, long time ago; but to God, who ever liveth, all the age of the...
For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night. Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up, in the evening it is cut down and withereth. We have seen this over and over again, as...
For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night. Our measurements of time are nothing to God. There is nothing past and nothing future with him, all things are present in the eternal Now of God. What a wonderful truth this is of the eternal existence of God, and what boundless comfort it brings...
Thou carriest them away as with a flood; They have no power to stem the torrent. Psa_90:5. They are as a sleep: Our earthly existence is but “as a sleep.” Many things are not what they seem to us to be in our fevered dreams. The time of awaking is coming, and then things will appear very different to us from what they seem to be now. Psa_90:5....
Thou carriest them away as with a flood; Men stand, as they think, firmly; but as the best built buildings are swept away by a torrent trees, cattle, everything dispersed before the impetuous outburst — so, great God, dost thou carry men away as with a flood.
They are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth. Have you ever watched a field of grass when in full bloom? There is, perhaps, no more beautiful sight. What variety of colors in the flowers, which are the glory of the grass! And...
Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth. Such is the best estate of man, a field bedecked with daisies, kingcups, and other frail flowers, but the mower’s scythe is near, you may...
In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth. It needs no long period, ages upon ages, to destroy its beauty; only let the swiftly-passing day come to its waning, and the grass “is cut down, and withereth.”
For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled. If we had to endure the flames of God’s anger, we should be consumed by it; but I think that Christians should not read this passage as though it applied to them. They are not under the divine anger, nor need they fear being troubled by the divine wrath, for his anger is turned...
For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled. Whenever God’s anger does break forth against a people, it must consume them! Oh! what a blessing it is if you and I know that his anger is turned away, and he comforts us. Then we are not troubled by it any longer. Do not apply these words to yourselves. They belong to the...
For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled. Which was true of that generation. They died because of God’s anger; but we bless God: as many of us as have believed in Christ Jesus are not under the divine anger: it is taken away. When it does fall upon us it is as a father is angry with his children it troubles and consumes...
For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled. Yes, if the Lord lets even a little of his wrath out for a while against his servants, how greatly do we suffer! Blessed be his name, it never is real anger against his own chosen people. He does but hide his love under the form of wrath, just as a father never really hates his...
Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance. For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told. Like a romance, with which the Orientals still delight to beguile the passing hours. Such is the life of man: “as a tale that is told.”
Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance. And what was the result of that but that they all had to die? Their carcasses fell in the wilderness. Oh! if you are a believer in Jesus Christ, this text is not true to you — does not belong to you. Here is another that belongs to you — “Thou hast cast all...
Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance. That is true of you that know not God. Your sins are always before his face, but it is not true of believers. Thou hast cast all their sins behind thy back. God has forgotten the sins of his chosen, according to his own promise, “Their sins and their...
Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance. For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told. The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut...
For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told. The days of our years are threescore years and ten: and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away. It is well to have such a sense of our mortality upon us as this psalm...
For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told. “For all our days are passed away in thy wrath.” So it was with those that were round about Moses; but our days are passed in God’s goodness: they shall pass away in infinite love, “We spend our years as a tale that is told.”