Immortal Till Work Done (Spurgeon’s Faith’s Checkbook)

From Charles Spurgeon’s “Faith’s Checkbook”
Immortal Till Work Done
October 31
I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the Lord. (Psalm 118:17)

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.

From the Faith’s Checkbook Mobile Devotional Android app – http://www.LookingUpwardApps.com/fcb

 

Bible Verse

Psa 31
Psalm 31

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

1 In thee, O Lord, do I put my trust;

let me never be ashamed:

deliver me in thy righteousness.

2 Bow down thine ear to me; deliver me speedily:

be thou my strong rock,

for an house of defence to save me.

3 For thou art my rock and my fortress;

therefore for thy name’s sake lead me, and guide me.

4 Pull me out of the net that they have laid privily for me:

for thou art my strength.

5 Into thine hand I commit my spirit:

thou hast redeemed me, O Lord God of truth.

6 I have hated them that regard lying vanities:

but I trust in the Lord.

7 I will be glad and rejoice in thy mercy:

for thou hast considered my trouble;

thou hast known my soul in adversities;

8 And hast not shut me up into the hand of the enemy:

thou hast set my feet in a large room.

9 Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am in trouble:

mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.

10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing:

my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.

11 I was a reproach among all mine enemies,

but especially among my neighbours, and a fear to mine acquaintance:

they that did see me without fled from me.

12 I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind:

I am like a broken vessel.

13 For I have heard the slander of many:

fear was on every side:

while they took counsel together against me,

they devised to take away my life.

14 But I trusted in thee, O Lord:

I said, Thou art my God.

15 My times are in thy hand:

deliver me from the hand of mine enemies, and from them that persecute me.

16 Make thy face to shine upon thy servant:

save me for thy mercies ‘sake.

17 Let me not be ashamed, O Lord; for I have called upon thee:

let the wicked be ashamed, and let them be silent in the grave.

18 Let the lying lips be put to silence;

which speak grievous things proudly and contemptuously against the righteous.

19 Oh how great is thy goodness, which thou hast laid up for them that fear thee;

which thou hast wrought for them that trust in thee

before the sons of men!

20 Thou shalt hide them in the secret of thy presence from the pride of man:

thou shalt keep them secretly in a pavilion from the strife of tongues.

21 Blessed be the Lord: for he hath shewed me his marvellous kindness in a strong city.

22 For I said in my haste, I am cut off from before thine eyes:

nevertheless thou heardest the voice of my supplications when I cried unto thee.

23 O love the Lord, all ye his saints:

for the Lord preserveth the faithful,

and plentifully rewardeth the proud doer.

24 Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen your heart,

all ye that hope in the Lord.
� KJV

 

Immortal Till Work Done (Spurgeon’s Faith’s Checkbook)

From Charles Spurgeon’s “Faith’s Checkbook”
Immortal Till Work Done
October 31
I shall not die, but live, and declare the works of the Lord. (Psalm 118:17)

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.

From the Faith’s Checkbook Mobile Devotional Android app – http://www.LookingUpwardApps.com/fcb