Immortal Till Work Done
"I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the Lord." (Psalm
A fair assurance this! It was no doubt based upon a promise, inwardly whispered in the
psalmist's heart, which he seized upon and enjoyed. Is my case like that of David? Am I
depressed because the enemy affronts me? Are there multitudes against me and few on my
side? Does unbelief bid me lie down and die in despair --- a defeated, dishonored man? Do
my enemies begin to dig my grave?
What then? Shall I yield to the whisper of fear, and give up the battle, and with it give
up all hope? Far from it. There is life in me yet: "I shall not die." Vigor will
return and remove my weakness: "I shall live." The Lord lives, and I shall live
also. My mouth shall again be opened: "I shall declare the works of Jehovah."
Yes, and I shall speak of the present trouble as another instance of the wonder-working
faithfulness and love of the Lord my God. Those who would gladly measure me for my coffin
had better wait a bit, for "the Lord hath chastened me sore, but he hath not given me
over unto death." Glory be to His name forever! I am immortal till my work is done.
Till the Lord wills it, no vault can close upon me.