4. For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me. God’s finger can crush us—what must his hand be, and that pressing
heavily and continuously! God’s hand is very helpful when it uplifts, but awful
when it presses down: better a world on the shoulder, like Atlas, than God’s
hand on the heart, like David. My moisture is turned into the drought ofsummer. The sap of his soul was dried, and the body through sympathy
appeared to be bereft of its needful fluids. Alas for a poor soul when it has
learned its sin but forgets its Saviour! It goes hard with it indeed. Selah.
It was time to change the tune; the next verse will surely be set to another
key, or will rehearse a more vital subject.
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