Bless the LORD, all his works in all places of his dominion: bless the LORD, O my soul. In the spirit of that, I think, we must ever sing our hymns of praise unto God. Nay, more, our whole life be a psalm of joyous thanksgiving and thanks-living. This exposition consisted of readings from Psalms 103. 1Co_1:25-31.
Bless the LORD, all his works, in all places of his dominion: bless the LORD, O my soul. I must not go grumbling up to heaven, nor stumbling among the works of God, I must gratefully come to him, and myself praise him, so with the psalmist I cry, “Bless the Lord, O my soul.”
O LORD my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty. Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain: who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: Or, as we may read it from the Hebrew, “who maketh his halls in the waters;” those mysterious waters above the firmament...
Who maketh the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind: A masterly picture, as if the Lord stood erect upon the two wings of the wind, and as if the wind, like a mighty spirit, went flying round the world, with the great Jehovah standing upon its wings, and so riding along.
Who maketh his angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire: who laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be removed for ever. Now comes a very graphic description of Noah’s flood.
Thou coveredst it with the deep as with a garment: the waters stood above the mountains. What a splendid act of divine energy, when the waters which, before, like tamed lions, slept in their dens, came hungry and fierce, and swallowed up the whole earth!
At thy rebuke they fled; at the voice of thy thunder they hasted away. They go up by the mountains; they go down by the valleys unto the place which thou hast founded for them. At the sound of God’s voice, those mighty deeps went back in a great hurricane. Anyone who has seen water when it is traveling at a great rate, lashed with tempests, will...
Thou hast set a bound that they may not pass over; that they turn not again to cover the earth. Jehovah puts the bit of sand into the mouth of the sea, and it comes no farther than its appointed bounds. Now you must suppose the psalmist is leaving the crowded streets, and the dingy, dusty, smoky haunts of men, and flying, on the wings of his...
He sendeth the springs into the valleys, which run among the hills. They give drink to every beast of the field: the wild asses quench their thirst. By them shall the fowls of the heaven have their habitation, which sing among the branches. I know of no place that seems to bring out one’s joy and praise better than when standing by the side of...
The earth is satisfied with the fruit of thy works. He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth; and wine that maketh glad the heart of man, and oil to make his face to shine, and bread which strengtheneth man’s heart. The spirit of praise is flying over the fields...
The trees of the LORD are full of sap; the cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted; where the birds make their nests: as for the stork, the fir trees are her house. Flying along over the tops of the trees, he looks down among them, and he notices the beasts as well as the birds
The high hills are a refuge for the wild goats; and the rocks for the conies. So that there is not any part of the earth which is not full of God’s goodness; even the rocks, which yield nothing to the plough, furnish a refuge for the conies, and the high hills are a home for the wild goats, while the fertile earth beneath makes man’s heart glad....
He appointed the moon for seasons: the sun knoweth his going down. Thou makest darkness, and it is night: Will he cease from his song now? No, for God does not cease to work.
Wherein all the beasts of the forest do creep forth. The young lions roar after their prey, and seek their meat from God. So that even night has its mysterious music, and the roaring of the young lions is a tribute to the providence of the good God who cares even for the beasts that perish.
The sun ariseth, they gather themselves together, and lay them down in their dens. You see, the psalmist does not cease his praise, but finds a theme for music even in the rest of the beasts.
Man goeth forth unto his work and to his labour until the evening. O LORD, how manifold are thy works! in wisdom hast thou made them all: the earth is full of thy riches. The psalmist has made a long journey, flying along just where he could see everything upon the face of the earth, but he bethinks himself that he has not seen the half of God’s...
So is this great and wide sea, wherein are things creeping innumerable, both small and great beasts. There go the ships: That is, above the water; while in it-
There is that leviathan, whom thou hast made to play therein. Some mighty fish leaps out of the sea; the psalmist’s eye catches a glimpse of it, and he puts even that monster into his hymn of praise.