The Hart and the Water-Brooks: a practical exposition of the forty-second Psalm.Macduff, John R. (John Ross)
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The Hart and the Water-Brooks: a practical exposition of the forty-second Psalm.
Macduff, John R. (John Ross)
Bible. Psalms, XLII -- Commentaries
corroded with rust. They may tell the touching story of a sad
estrangement. Go to the quiet solitude of thy chamber. Seek out the
unfrequented path of prayer;--choked it may be with the weeds of
forgetfulness and sloth. Cast thyself on thy bended knees; and, as the
wounded deer bounds past thee (emblem of thine own bleeding heart),
wake the echoes of thy spirit with the penitential cry, "_As the hart
panteth after the water-brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O
God!_"
[16] Miss Plumtre's Letters.
CONTENTS OF THE PSALM.
I.
The Hart Panting.
"Oh, would I were as free to rise
As leaves on autumn's whirlwind borne,
The arrowy light of sunset skies,
Or sound--or rays--or star of morn,
Which meets in heaven at twilight's close,
Or aught which soars uncheck'd and free,
Through earth and heaven, that I might lose
Myself in finding Thee!"
"O mysterious Jesus, teach us Thy works and Thy plans. Let our hearts
pant after Thee as the hart after the water-brooks. Create a thirst
which nothing shall satisfy but the fountain of eternal love. See the
velocity with which the needle flees to the magnet _when it gets
within distance_; so shall we hasten to our Magnet--our Beloved--as we
approach Him."--_Lady Powerscourt's Letters._
"As the hart panteth after the water-brooks, so panteth my soul after
thee, O God."--_Verse 1._
I.
THE HART PANTING.
We have pictured, in a preceding chapter, the uncrowned Monarch
of Israel seated, pensive and sad, amid "the willows by the
water-courses;" or wandering forth, amid the deepening twilight-shadows,
with the roll of Jordan at his side, perhaps, like his great ancestor,
to "wrestle with God until the breaking of the day."
We have already adverted to the simple incident which arrested his
attention. A breathless tenant of the forest bounded past him to
quench its thirst in the neighbouring river. That unconscious child of
nature furnishes the key-note of his song. Let us sit by the banks, as
the Exile takes down his harp, and thus sings--"AS THE HART PANTETH
AFTER THE WATER-BROOKS, SO PANTETH MY SOUL AFTER THEE, O GOD."
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