Into thine hand I commit my spirit: thou hast redeemed
me, O LORD God of truth (Ps. 31:5)
Farther, as various tempests of grief disturb us, and even
sometimes throw us down headlong, or drag us from the direct path of duty, or
at least remove us from our post, the only remedy which exists for setting
these things at rest is to consider that God, who is the author of our life, is
also its preserver. This, then, is the only means of lightening all our
burdens, and preserving us from being swallowed up of over-much sorrow. Seeing,
therefore, that God condescends to undertake the care of our lives, and to
support them, although they are often exposed to various sorts of death, let us
learn always to flee to this asylum; nay, the more that any one is exposed to
dangers, let him exercise himself the more carefully in meditating on it.
In short, let this be our shield against all dangerous attacks—our
haven amidst all tossings and tempests—that, although our safety may be beyond
all human hope, God is the faithful guardian of it; and let this again arouse
us to prayer, that he would defend us, and make our deliverance sure. This
confidence will likewise make every man forward to discharge his duty with
alacrity, and constantly and fearlessly to struggle onward to the end of his
course. How does it happen that so many are slothful and indifferent, and that
others perfidiously forsake their duty, but because, overwhelmed with anxiety,
they are terrified at dangers and inconveniences, and leave no room for the
operation of the providence of God? (Commentaries)
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