Psalms 88

REFLECTIONS UPON PSALM LXXXVIII.—How inexpressibly grievous are the afflictions of some of God’s principal favourites! nay, of his Son! Their sorrows are enlarged. They are reduced to the very brink of despair; loaded with a sense of divine wrath; deserted by friends; and while their case is apparently remediless, their way lies along the brink of Hell. If I be cast into this depth, let me, though with a trembling heart, still claim the Lord as my God, my Saviour. Let me, with fervent cries and humble expostulations, pour out my complaints into his bosom. The more my afflictions press me, let my supplications be the more pressing and persevering. And, if I wish to live longer on earth, let my great end be to serve God’s interests and to shew forth his praise