6. He shall come down like rain upon the mown grass. Blessings upon his gentle sway! Those great conquerors who have been
the scourges of mankind have fallen like the fiery hail of Sodom, transforming
fruitful lands into deserts; but he softly refreshes the weary and wounded and
makes them spring up into newness of life. My soul, how well it is to be
brought low, and to be like the meadows eaten bare and trodden down by cattle,
for then the Lord will remember your misery, and with his own most precious
love restore you to more than your former glory. As showers that water the earth. Each drop of rain tells of heavenly mercy which forgets not the
parched plains; Jesus is all grace, all that he does is love, and his presence
among people is joy. We need to preach him more, for no shower can so refresh.
Philosophic preaching mocks people as with a dust shower, but the Gospel meets
the case of fallen humanity, and happiness flourishes beneath its genial power.
Come down, O Lord, upon my soul, and my heart will blossom with thy praise.
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