7. And now, Lord, what waitI for? What is there in these phantoms to enchant me? Why should I linger
where the prospect is so uninviting, and the present so trying? It is worse
than vanity to linger in the abodes of sorrow to fain a heritage of emptiness.
The psalmist, therefore, turns to his God, in disgust of all things else; he
has cut all cords which bound him to earth. My hope is in thee. The Lord
is self-existent and true, and therefore worthy of the confidence of men; he
will live when all the creatures die, and his fullness will abide when all
second causes are exhausted; to him, therefore, let us direct our expectation,
and on him let us rest our confidence. David had but one hope, and that hope
entered within the veil.
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