17. Unto thee, O my strength, will I sing. What a
monopolizing of all his emotions for the one object of praising God! Strength
has been overcome by strength; not by the hero’s own prowess, but by the might
of God alone. See how the singer girds himself with the almightiness of God,
and calls it all his own by faith. Sweet is the music of experience, but it is
all for God; there is not even a stray note for man, for self, or for human
helpers. For God is my defense, and the God of my mercy. With full
assurance he claims possession of the Infinite as his protection and security.
He sees God in all, and all his own. Mercy rises before him, conspicuous and
manifold, for he feels he is undeserving, and security is with him, undisturbed
and impregnable, for he knows that he is safe in divine keeping. Oh, choice
song! My soul would sing it now in defiance of all the dogs of hell. Away,
adversaries of my soul; the God of my mercy will keep you all at bay.
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