February 6

1 Give unto the LORD, O ye mighty, give unto the LORD glory and strength.

2 Give unto the LORD the glory due unto his name; worship the LORD in the beauty of holiness.

3 The voice of the LORD is upon the waters: the God of glory thundereth: the LORD is upon many waters.

4 The voice of the LORD is powerful; the voice of the LORD is full of majesty.

5 The voice of the LORD breaketh the cedars; yea, the LORD breaketh the cedars of Lebanon.

6 He maketh them also to skip like a calf; Lebanon and Sion like a young unicorn.

7 The voice of the LORD divideth the flames of fire.

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8 The voice of the LORD shake the wilderness; the LORD shake the wilderness of Kadesh. 9 The voice of the LORD make the Sun's to calve, and discover the fore is and in his temple doth every one speak of a glory. 10 The LORD swerth upon the flood; yea, the LORD swerth King for ever. 11 The LORD will give strength unto his people; the LORD will bless his people with peace

In this Psalm the strength of Jehovah is celebrated; and the exemplification of it is evidently taken from a thunder storm. The Psalm seems to be addressed to the angels.

"Just as the eighth Psalm is to be read by moonlight, when the stars are bright, as the nineteenth needs the rays of the rising sun to bring out its beauty, so this can be best rehearsed beneath the black wing of tempest, by the glare of the lightning, or amid that dubious dusk which heralds the war of elements. The verses march to the tune of thunderbolts. God is everywhere conspicuous, and all the earth is hushed by the majesty of His presence."—C. H. Spurgeon.

In the eleventh verse this Almighty power of the Lord is promised to be the strength of the chosen. "Why are we weak when we have Divine strength to flee to? why are we troubled when the Lord's own peace is ours? Jesus the mighty God is our peace—what a blessing is this to-day! what a blessing it will be to us in that day of the Lord which will be in darkness and not light to the ungodly!"—C. H. Spurgeon.

Closet Promise.—Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary?—Isa. xl. 28.

When you have some beloved being beside you, does it suffice you to think of him, not to speak to him—why, would not that be a torture? Every time an idea occurs to you, a feeling overflows, you speak. Ah, if the fear of wearying did not restrain us, how far more freely would our heart give itself expression!

One can never weary God. What is it I say to Him? What does one say to one's father and to one's mother? What does one not say? Is any eloquence required? All fear over, embarrassment gone, the lips move as the heart prompts, and the mother is satisfied, the father rejoices.—Madame de Gasparin.