The Treasury of David
by Charles Haddon Spurgeon (1834-1892)
6. Buckling on his harness for the day’s battle, our hero sings. Note that
he does not attempt to underestimate the number or wisdom of his enemies. He
reckons them at tens of thousands, and he views them as cunning huntsmen
chasing him with cruel skill. Yet he trembles not, but looking his foe in the
face he is ready for battle. There may be no way of escape; they may hem me in
as the deer are surrounded by a circle of hunters; they may surround me on
every side, but in the name of God I will dash through them; or, if I remain in
the midst of them, they will not hurt me; I shall be free in my very prison.
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