"Mother, what did the psalmist mean when he said, 'Preserve me, O God! for in Thee do I put my trust?'"
"Do you remember the little girl we saw walking with her father in the woods last week?"
"Oh, yes, mother; was she not beautiful?"
"She was a gentle, loving little thing, and her father was very kind to her. Do you remember what she said, when they came to the narrow bridge over the brook?"
"I do not like to talk about the bridge, mother, it makes me giddy. Do you believe it is safe--just those two planks laid across, and no railing? If she had stepped a little to one side, she would have fallen into the water."
"Do you remember what she said?"
"Yes. She stopped a minute, as if she did not like to go over, and then looked up in her father's face, and asked him to take hold of her hand, and said, 'You will take care of me, father dear; I don't feel afraid when you take hold of my hand,' And her father looked so lovingly upon her, and took tight hold of her hand, as if she were very precious to him."
"I think David felt like that little girl when he wrote the words which you have just read."
"Was David going over a bridge, mother?"