2. Bless the Lord, O my soul. We need again and again to bestir ourselves when we are about to
worship God, for it would be shameful to offer him anything less than the utmost
our souls can render. These first verses are a tuning of the harp, a screwing
up of the loosened strings that not a note may fail in the sacred harmony. And forget not all his benefits. Not so much as one of the divine dealings
should be forgotten; they are all subjects for praise. Memory is very
treacherous about the best things; by a strange perversity, engendered by the
fall, it treasures up the refuse of the past and permits priceless treasures to
lie neglected; it is tenacious of grievances and holds benefits all too
loosely. Observe that he calls all that is within him to remember all
the Lord’s benefits. God’s all cannot be praised with less than our all. Let us
read our diaries and see if there be not choice favors recorded there for which
we have rendered no grateful return.
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