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.
~Charles Spurgeon~
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