MEDITATIONS FROM THE PSALMS

 

February 9, 2005

Reading: Psalm 95

 

“For He is our God” Ps 95:7

 

Take heed to this invitation, my soul, for it is one that calls you to join the myriads of saints and angels already engaged in the worship of Almighty God.  Every being in heaven expresses itself in these elements of praise and worship: “Let us sing to the LORD! Let us shout joyfully to the Rock of our salvation. Let us come before His presence with thanksgiving.” As you grow in the knowledge  and understanding of what God has done for you, how can you remain so reluctant in your expressions of worship? You are invited to join with those who no longer are limited by time and shadows as they fulfill their heart’s desire to worship Him who has redeemed their soul by His immense sacrifice on the cross of Calvary.

He who sits on the throne of heaven is “the great God, and the great King above all gods.” There is none to compare to Him. He stands alone in glory, majesty, holiness and greatness. He alone is worthy of our worship. The earth in its entirety belongs to Him; the mountains, seas and dry land also because He made them. At the end of the day there is but one reason why you must worship Him—“He is our God.” Yes, this One who is so majestic in His glory and greatness is your God. Just as the seas and mountains sing praise to Him who made them, so you also, my soul, owe Him worship for the very same reason—you belong to Him.

You belong to Him because He is your Creator, but, more so, you belong to Him because He has made you a new creature in Christ Jesus. You are His because He has chosen you before the foundation of the world. You are “the people of His pasture, and the sheep of His hand.” You are His personal possession. Therefore, join with those who worship and bow down; and who kneel before the LORD their Maker.

 

O worship the King all glorious above,

O gratefully sing His power and His love;

Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days,

Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise.

 

O tell of His might, O sing of His grace,

Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space.

His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form,

And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.

 

Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail,

In Thee do we trust, nor find Thee to fail;

Thy mercies how tender, how firm to the end,

Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!

 

O measureless Might! Ineffable Love!

While angels delight to hymn Thee above,

The humbler creation, though feeble their lays,

With true adoration shall lisp to Thy praise.

                                                     Sir Robert Grant, 1833