"The daughter of Jerusalem
hath shaken her head at thee."
Reassured by the Word of the Lord, the poor trembling citizens of Zion grew bold, and shook their
heads at Sennacherib's boastful threats. Strong faith enables the servants of God to look with calm contempt upon their most
haughty foes. We know that our enemies are attempting impossibilities. They seek to destroy the eternal life, which cannot
die while Jesus lives; to overthrow the citadel, against which the gates of hell shall not prevail. They kick against the
pricks to their own wounding, and rush upon the bosses of Jehovah's buckler to their own hurt.
know their weakness. What are they but men? And what is man but a worm? They roar and swell like waves of the sea, foaming
out their own shame. When the Lord ariseth, they shall fly as chaff before the wind, and be consumed as crackling thorns.
Their utter powerlessness to do damage to the cause of God and his truth, may make the weakest soldiers in Zion's ranks laugh
them to scorn.
Above all, we know that the Most High is with us, and when he dresses himself in
arms, where are his enemies? If he cometh forth from his place, the potsherds of the earth will not long contend with their
Maker. His rod of iron shall dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel, and their very remembrance shall perish from the
earth. Away, then, all fears, the kingdom is safe in the King's hands. Let us shout for joy, for the Lord reigneth, and his
foes shall be as straw for the dunghill.
"As true as God's own word is true;
Nor earth, nor hell, with all their crew,
Against us shall prevail.
A jest, and by-word, are they grown;
God is with us, we are his own,
Our victory cannot fail."
"Why go I mourning?"
Canst thou answer this, believer? Canst thou find any reason why thou art so often mourning instead
of rejoicing? Why yield to gloomy anticipations? Who told thee that the night would never end in day? Who told thee that the
sea of circumstances would ebb out till there should be nothing left but long leagues of the mud of horrible poverty? Who
told thee that the winter of thy discontent would proceed from frost to frost, from snow, and ice, and hail, to deeper snow,
and yet more heavy tempest of despair? Knowest thou not that day follows night, that flood comes after ebb, that spring and
summer succeed winter? Hope thou then! Hope thou ever! For God fails thee not. Dost thou not know that thy God loves thee
in the midst of all this? Mountains, when in darkness hidden, are as real as in day, and God's love is as true to thee now
as it was in thy brightest moments. No father chastens always: thy Lord hates the rod as much as thou dost; he only cares
to use it for that reason which should make thee willing to receive it, namely, that it works thy lasting good. Thou shalt
yet climb Jacob's ladder with the angels, and behold him who sits at the top of it--thy covenant God. Thou shalt yet, amidst
the splendours of eternity, forget the trials of time, or only remember them to bless the God who led thee through them, and
wrought thy lasting good by them. Come, sing in the midst of tribulation. Rejoice even while passing through the furnace.
Make the wilderness to blossom like the rose! Cause the desert to ring with thine exulting joys, for these light afflictions
will soon be over, and then "forever with the Lord," thy bliss shall never wane.
not nor fear, his arms are near,
He changeth not, and thou art dear;
believe and thou shalt see,
That Christ is all in all to thee."