Psalms 119

REFLECTIONS UPON PSALM CXIX.—Let this psalm be a touchstone, by which I may try my heart and my life. Let me constantly inquire—Are these gracious tempers and holy exercises of faith, love, hope, humility, patience, and zeal, to be found in my soul? Has my heart, purged from an evil conscience in Jesus’ blood, made these meditations, prayers, resolutions, and confessions, truly my own? Is God’s word, his testaments in Jesus’ blood, the sole standard of all my faith and law of my practice? Is it the channel of Jesus’ fulness of grace and comfort to my heart? Is it the instructor, the counsellor, the quickener, the medicine, the armour, the treasury, the wealth, the support, the guard, the joy, and the ALL, of my soul?—do I receive it as a word to me from God, and use it as my plea with him for whatever I need? Happy is he that is thus living in these delightful exercises