Psalm 92
“God saw everything that he had made, and behold it was very good.” Then there was rest—God Himself rested, the work was finished and there was blessing.
And then after years had rolled on, and sin and death had left their dark stamp on all that had been made so beautiful, a man of God, led by the Spirit of God, and in the enjoyment of the rest which God gives to His people, sang forth, in the words of Psalm 92, the glories of the Lord and the majesty of His works: “Thou, Lord, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands. Ο Lord, how great are thy works! and thy thoughts are very deep.” And this was the song of the servant of God for the sabbath day—the day of rest and peace. No room is there here for any of the psalmist’s own works, but all his thoughts are concentrated on the works which another has wrought.
And then again years afterward another song is raised. Not now the psalmist, though he had looked forward to the day, nor yet morning stars rejoicing in the settling of earth’s foundations; but heaven’s high hosts lift their voices in the praise of the One whose mission was to bring peace and to give rest. Ah! listen to His voice: “Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” Glorious, tidings those which fell on His listener’s ears—rest in a fullness unknown before for the weary and heavy laden. Man could not have this rest before, inasmuch as the sabbath of God had been broken by sin.
Reader, do you know anything of the work which another has wrought at Calvary, and the glorious rest which Jesus, the Son of God, offers so freely? He has purchased it by His death, and now rest and peace, which can never be marred, are yours if you simply trust in the precious blood of Christ.
He has made peace, He has finished the work and how good, how steadfast, how immoveable is His work!
Now if you are trusting in the Lord Jesus Christ, and have entered into the rest which He gives, you will be able to understand somewhat more of this Psalm and sing “in the morning.... every night,” and all day long, too, “Thou, Lord, hast made me glad through thy work: I will triumph in the works of thy hands. Ο Lord, how great are thy works! and thy thoughts are very deep.”
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