The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1856-1888, 1871-07-15

within the walls be has reared, he 6orrows
Daride invocation az he welcomed the ark TO his
new capital
.Lfft up your heads. o ye gates. and Be re lifted
10, ye everlasting doors, and the king = Of glory snail
come IN ="
when he would testify his attachment to the
word of truth and grace he finds the broadest
channel for his souls fuIness In the utterance OF
one who amid the career of a eopqueror and the
cares Of royalty bore this witness concerning his
inward life.
"oh how love I thy law, it is my Meditation day
and night"
The tenderness of Christian hearts for one an
other has been ten thousand times strengthened
and Frightened when some decisive strain came
upon il, by the sweet beatitude,
Behold how good and how pleasant it Is for
brethren to dwell together in unity :"
Do we ever want words of noble Indignation
against wrong. seeing the wicked triumphing IN
their evil and their eyes standing out with fat
ness, do we feel in a large wholesome unseihsn
hatred OF injustice like driving an appeal To the
court supreme against them, the righteous anger
of David's heart when evil was rampant in bis
day and vile men set their feet on the lowly sup
Fly our hearts desire.
"Arise, Lord, Oh God lift up thine hand, for
get not the humble! Break thou the arm of the
wicked and the evil man Break their teeth, U
God, in their mouths. Consume them in wrath,
consume them that they may not be- Let their
table become q snare before them. . Let their
eyes be darkened that they see not. Let their habit
alton be desolate, and let none dwell in their tents I! ="
The imprecatory psalms have sometimes been
thought to be a blot on the sacred page, a harsh
and discoFdant strain in the harping Of Israel
sweet singer. But there are times when il Is
good TO curse. If David had not helped US we
should invent imprecatlons for ourselves. Rose
water philanthropy will not do in great and
erroruouE conflicts Won can't sing - Hush mt
dear" to a hyena as a nurse sings 70 her babe,
/ nor draw out Leviathan with a hook Ii is
wholesome to hate evil. You don't want sugar
pIums for d~astardly outrage and bOastful wrong.
You want a round red-bOt anathema. 1t relieves
the soul. 1t is the reused human conscience as
serting It's loyalty to the throned justice-earth,
in electric communication with the supreme law,
responding 70 the cloud above in thunders
Where again can the Christian patriot, kneel-
ing before the altar of his country, find Lenderer
words for his devotion 10 her welfare. than David
furnishes for the mouths of his countrymen long
after captive in a strange land.
eff 1 forget thee, o Jerusalem, let my right hand
forget her cunning. If | do not remember thee, let
my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth if L
prefer not Jerusalem above my chief JOY
We have touched but a few Of the rich and
varied strains of this wOndrOus harp. 1t was a
many chorded, full stringed harp. But the soul
of the singer was always grander, than the instru-
menL. lHdI was q great organ, WIN HuAAiCO
of keys and thousands of pipes-wlth voices as
soft as the music OF Eolian wires, and as loud
and deep as the thunders of the storm and the
bass of ocean. Dayid's soul was itself an ocean
in vastness and depth and power-now so tram
quill that a child's mimic skiff might float on its
gentle swell, and now heaving with great pillows
whose white crests swept the heavens, whose fall
shook the earth. His hand reached and struck
by turns every Tyre Of heaven. The choIrs of
young-eyed cherubins lent him their lays. With
in the horizon of his single being was gathered
the whole scope and compass of humanity. He
was not one man. He was one full rounded ma
ture, and every man in his time, in the success
sion of his life's experiences, in the chasing Of
all lights and shadows over his sky may sing after
him some strains Which he has given for all the
burdened hours of life's long full day.
As champion of the hosts of the Lord in the
valley of Elah, as warrior and monarch, as
builder of a nations greatness, he may be for
gotten but while earth remains and time en-
dures, while human hearts beat with the great
throbs of joy and grief, and human souls wrestle
in the travail of pain and strife through which
the mortal puts on Immortality, he can never be
forgotten as The Sweet PsaImist OF Israel"