Truly He is a king!--a king for rich and poor, young and old,
Englishmen and negro; all alike He knows them, He feels for them, He
has tasted sorrow for them, far more than David did for those poor,
oppressed, sinful Jews of his. Read those Psalms of David; for they
speak not only of David, now long since dead and gone, but of the
blessed Jesus, who lives and reigns over us now at this very moment.
Read them, for they are inspired; the honest words of a servant of
God crying out to the same God, the same Saviour and Deliverer as we
have. And His love has not changed. His arm is not shortened that
He cannot save. Your words need not change. The words of those
psalms in which David prayed, in them you and I may pray. Right out
of the depths of his poor distracted heart they came. Let them come
out of our hearts too. They belong to us more than even they did to
the Jews, for whom David wrote them--more than even they did to David
himself; for Jesus has fulfilled them--filled them full--given them
boundlessly more meaning than ever they had before, and given us more
hope in using them than ever David had: for now that love and
righteousness of God, in which David only trusted beforehand, has
come down and walked on this earth in the shape of a poor man, Jesus
Christ, the Son of the maiden of Bethlehem.
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