And all ends with a sweet, calm word, assuring Jehovah's people of a share in the "strength" which spoke in the thunder, and, better still, of peace. That close is like the brightness of the glistening earth, with freshened air, and birds venturing to sing once more, and a sky of deeper blue, and the spent clouds low and harmless on the horizon. Beethoven has given the same contrast between storm and after-calm in the music of the Pastoral Symphony. Faith can listen to the wildest crashing thunder in quiet confidence that angels are saying, "Glory!" as each peal rolls, and that when the last, low mutterings are hushed, earth will smile the brighter, and deeper peace will fall on trusting hearts. PSALM XXX. 1 Thee will I exalt, Jehovah, for me hast Thou lifted up, And not made my foes rejoice over me. 2 Jehovah, my God, I cried loudly to Thee, and Thou healedst me. 3 Jehovah, Thou hast brought up from Sheol my soul; Thou hast revived me from among those who descend to the pit. 4 Make music to Jehovah, ye who are favoured by Him; And thank His holy Name. 5 For a moment passes in His anger, A life in His favour; In the evening comes weeping as a guest, And at morn [there is] a shout of joy. 6 But I--I said in my security, I shall not be moved for ever. 7 Jehovah, by Thy favour Thou hadst established strength to my mountain; Thou didst hide Thy face: I was troubled. 8 To Thee, Jehovah, I cried; And to the Lord I made supplication. 9 "What profit is in my blood when I descend to the pit? Can dust thank Thee? can it declare Thy faithfulness? 10 Hear, Jehovah, and be gracious to me; Jehovah, be my Helper!" 11 Thou didst turn for me my mourning to dancing; Thou didst unloose my sackcloth and gird me with gladness, 12 To the end that [my] glory should make music to Thee, and not be silent: Jehovah, my God, for ever will I thank Thee.