MOUNTAINS ROUND MOUNT ZION (Psalm cxxv. 1, 2)
THE CHARGE OF THE WATCHERS IN THE TEMPLE (Psalm cxxxiv. 1-3)
GOD'S SCRUTINY LONGED FOR (Psalm cxxxix. 23, 24)
THE INCENSE OF PRAYER (Psalm cxli. 2)
THE PRAYER OF PRAYERS (Psalm cxliii. 10)
THE SATISFIER OF ALL DESIRES (Psalm cxlv. 16, 19)
DAVID'S CRY FOR PARDON
'… Blot out my transgressions. 2. Wash me throughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin.'—PSALM li. 1, 2.
A whole year had elapsed between David's crime and David's penitence. It had been a year of guilty satisfaction not worth the having; of sullen hardening of heart against God and all His appeals. The thirty-second Psalm tells us how happy David had been during that twelvemonth, of which he says, 'My bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long. For day and night Thy hand was heavy on me.' Then came Nathan with his apologue, and with that dark threatening that 'the sword should never depart from his house,' the fulfilment of which became a well-head of sorrow to the king for the rest of his days, and gave a yet deeper poignancy of anguish to the crime of his spoiled favourite Absalom. The stern words had their effect. The frost that had bound his soul melted all away, and he confessed his sin, and was forgiven then and there. 'I have sinned against the Lord' is the confession as recorded in the historical books; and, says Nathan, 'The Lord hath made to pass from thee the iniquity of thy sin.' Immediately, as would appear from the narrative, that very same day, the child of Bathsheba and David was smitten with fatal disease, and died in a week. And it is after all these events—the threatening, the penitence, the pardon, the punishment—that he comes to God, who had so freely forgiven, and likewise so sorely smitten him, and wails out these prayers: 'Blot out my transgressions, wash me from mine iniquity, cleanse me from my sin.'
One almost shrinks from taking as the text of a sermon words like these, in which a broken and contrite spirit groans for deliverance, and which are, besides, hallowed by the thought of the thousands who have since found them the best expression of their sacredest emotions. But I would fain try not to lose the feeling that breathes through the words, while seeking for the thoughts which are in them, and hope that the light which they throw upon the solemn subjects of guilt and forgiveness may not be for any of us a mere cold light.