“What Can Miserable Christians Sing?”
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Mushroom
Puritan Board Doctor
How true, Benjamin. I once heard a Pastor giving a lesson on the 6th Psalm, and when he said that he didn't think it was normal for us today to "water our couches with tears" like David did, I thought, "Man, something must be wrong with me!". Seems like I've been doing that for most of my life.
Hmmm...interesting thread.
Usually reformed folks diss the modern church for being too emotional, not just emotional in a lop-sided way.
Excellent post and very thought-provoking observations.
No probs with being emotonal in worship - just make sure the emotions match Scripture. And, as the post says, if this were so, wouldn't there be more weeping?
Usually reformed folks diss the modern church for being too emotional, not just emotional in a lop-sided way.
Excellent post and very thought-provoking observations.
No probs with being emotonal in worship - just make sure the emotions match Scripture. And, as the post says, if this were so, wouldn't there be more weeping?
Backwoods Presbyterian
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Well that is a side reason for the promotion of Psalm-singing. That they, unlike our Hymnbooks, force us to sing about all the travails of life, both victory and destruction, unrelenting sadness and unstoppable joy, etc...
Augusta
Puritan Board Doctor
Great article! I know that only the psalms could have been a comfort to me the last two weeks. Happy pappy songs just don't comfort a Christian who is experiencing affliction and the chastening rod of God. There just is no substitute for the psalms. Even the great old hymns don't come close to psalm 38 in describing the highs and lows of the Christian walk.
Psalm 38
A Psalm of David, to bring to remembrance.
1 In thy great indignation,
O Lord, rebuke me not;
Nor on me lay thy chast’ning hand,
in thy displeasure hot.
2 For in me fast thine arrows stick,
thine hand doth press me sore:
3 And in my flesh there is no health,
nor soundness any more.
This grief I have, because thy wrath
is forth against me gone;
And in my bones there is no rest,
for sin that I have done.
4 Because gone up above mine head
my great transgressions be;
And, as a weighty burden, they
too heavy are for me.
5 My wounds do stink, and are corrupt;
my folly makes it so.
6 I troubled am, and much bow’d down;
all day I mourning go.
7 For a disease that loathsome is
so fills my loins with pain,
That in my weak and weary flesh
no soundness doth remain.
8 So feeble and infirm am I,
and broken am so sore,
That, through disquiet of my heart,
I have been made to roar.
9 O Lord, all that I do desire
is still before thine eye;
And of my heart the secret groans
not hidden are from thee.
10 My heart doth pant incessantly,
my strength doth quite decay;
As for mine eyes, their wonted light
is from me gone away.
11 My lovers and my friends do stand
at distance from my sore;
And those do stand aloof that were
kinsmen and kind before.
12 Yea, they that seek my life lay snares:
who seek to do me wrong
Speak things mischievous, and deceits
imagine all day long.
13 But, as one deaf, that heareth not,
I suffer’d all to pass;
I as a dumb man did become,
whose mouth not open’d was:
14 As one that hears not, in whose mouth
are no reproofs at all.
15 For, Lord, I hope in thee; my God,
thou’lt hear me when I call.
16 For I said, Hear me, lest they should
rejoice o’er me with pride;
And o’er me magnify themselves,
when as my foot doth slide.
17 For I am near to halt, my grief
is still before mine eye:
18 For I’ll declare my sin, and grieve
for mine iniquity.
19 But yet mine en’mies lively are,
and strong are they beside;
And they that hate me wrongfully
are greatly multiply’d.
20 And they for good that render ill,
as en’mies me withstood;
Yea, ev’n for this, because that I
do follow what is good.
21 Forsake me not, O Lord; my God,
far from me never be.
22 O Lord, thou my salvation art,
haste to give help to me.
Psalm 38
A Psalm of David, to bring to remembrance.
1 In thy great indignation,
O Lord, rebuke me not;
Nor on me lay thy chast’ning hand,
in thy displeasure hot.
2 For in me fast thine arrows stick,
thine hand doth press me sore:
3 And in my flesh there is no health,
nor soundness any more.
This grief I have, because thy wrath
is forth against me gone;
And in my bones there is no rest,
for sin that I have done.
4 Because gone up above mine head
my great transgressions be;
And, as a weighty burden, they
too heavy are for me.
5 My wounds do stink, and are corrupt;
my folly makes it so.
6 I troubled am, and much bow’d down;
all day I mourning go.
7 For a disease that loathsome is
so fills my loins with pain,
That in my weak and weary flesh
no soundness doth remain.
8 So feeble and infirm am I,
and broken am so sore,
That, through disquiet of my heart,
I have been made to roar.
9 O Lord, all that I do desire
is still before thine eye;
And of my heart the secret groans
not hidden are from thee.
10 My heart doth pant incessantly,
my strength doth quite decay;
As for mine eyes, their wonted light
is from me gone away.
11 My lovers and my friends do stand
at distance from my sore;
And those do stand aloof that were
kinsmen and kind before.
12 Yea, they that seek my life lay snares:
who seek to do me wrong
Speak things mischievous, and deceits
imagine all day long.
13 But, as one deaf, that heareth not,
I suffer’d all to pass;
I as a dumb man did become,
whose mouth not open’d was:
14 As one that hears not, in whose mouth
are no reproofs at all.
15 For, Lord, I hope in thee; my God,
thou’lt hear me when I call.
16 For I said, Hear me, lest they should
rejoice o’er me with pride;
And o’er me magnify themselves,
when as my foot doth slide.
17 For I am near to halt, my grief
is still before mine eye:
18 For I’ll declare my sin, and grieve
for mine iniquity.
19 But yet mine en’mies lively are,
and strong are they beside;
And they that hate me wrongfully
are greatly multiply’d.
20 And they for good that render ill,
as en’mies me withstood;
Yea, ev’n for this, because that I
do follow what is good.
21 Forsake me not, O Lord; my God,
far from me never be.
22 O Lord, thou my salvation art,
haste to give help to me.
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