No Doubt
Charles H. Spurgeon
"Say unto my soul, I am thy salvation." --Psalm 35:3
What
does this sweet prayer teach me? It shall be my evening's petition; but
first let it yield me an instructive meditation. The text informs me
first of all that David had his doubts; for why should he pray, "Say
unto my soul, I am thy salvation," if he were not sometimes exercised
with doubts and fears? Let me, then, be of good cheer, for I am not the
only saint who has to complain of weakness of faith. If David doubted, I
need not conclude that I am no Christian because I have doubts. The
text reminds me that David was not content while he had doubts and
fears, but he repaired at once to the mercy-seat to pray for assurance;
for he valued it as much fine gold. I too must labour after an abiding
sense of my acceptance in the Beloved, and must have no joy when His
love is not shed abroad in my soul. When my Bridegroom is gone from me, my soul must and will fast. I learn also that David knew where to
obtain full assurance. He went to his God in prayer, crying, "Say unto my soul I am thy salvation."
I
must be much alone with God if I would have a clear sense of Jesus'
love. Let my prayers cease, and my eye of faith will grow dim. Much in
prayer, much in heaven; slow in prayer, slow in progress. I notice that
David would not be satisfied unless his assurance had a divine source.
"Say unto my soul." Lord, do Thou say it ! Nothing short of a divine
testimony in the soul will ever content the true Christian. Moreover,
David could not rest unless his assurance had a vivid personality about
it. "Say unto my soul, I am thy salvation." Lord, if Thou shouldst say
this to all the saints, it were nothing, unless Thou shouldst say it to
me. Lord, I have sinned; I deserve not Thy smile; I scarcely dare to ask
it; but oh! say to my soul, even to my soul, "I am thy salvation." Let
me have a present, personal, infallible, indisputable sense that I am
Thine, and that Thou art mine.
Precious Lord Take My Hand
Words & music by Thomas A. Dorsey
- Precious Lord, take my hand
- Lead me on, let me stand
- I'm tired, I’m weak, I’m lone
- Through the storm, through the night
- Lead me on to the light
- Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home
- When my way grows drear precious Lord linger near
- When my life is almost gone
- Hear my cry, hear my call
- Hold my hand lest I fall
- Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home
- When the darkness appears and the night draws near
- And the day is past and gone
- At the river I stand
- Guide my feet, hold my hand
- Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home
- Precious Lord, take my hand
- Lead me on, let me stand
- I'm tired, I’m weak, Lord I’m worn
- Through the storm, through the night
- Lead me on to the light
- Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home
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