Messianic Prophecies -- By: B. B. Edwards
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A Popular Lecture On The One Hundred And Tenth Psalm
To a ship’s company, sailing by night, in a narrow channel, with rocks on either hand, nothing is so grateful as a light on shore. It is sometimes hidden by the motion of the ship, by the intervention of a high billow, or of a thick mist. How anxiously does the man on the watch strain his eyes till that blessed light reappears. What a thrill of joy is felt by all on board. It is a little object, hardly twinkling in the darkness. But the clouds have prevented for several days the taking of any observations, and the safety of hundreds may be
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depending on that small bright speck, scarcely larger than a glowworm.
The object dearest to the prisoner who has been long immured in a dungeon, is the single pane of glass, high up on the wall, which lets in an uncertain and flickering light. It seems to be the only object that connects him with the outward world. He can sometimes see v the wing of the bird that casts a momentary shadow upon it, or the topmost branch of a tree swaying to and fro, reminding him of the freedom which all objects in nature enjoy except himself. By its feeble ray he can see to notch his name on the wall, and the wearisome nights and days of his captivity. It whispers to him, not only what he has lost, but what he may hope to regain. Possibly it is the only thing which keeps him from sinking into total despair. It is a very little object, but it has wondrous powers of consolation.
Not wholly dissimilar, we may suppose, was the experience of the ancient pious patriarchs and prophets. Not altogether unanalogous were their feelings as they looked down the tract of ages and saw the star that was to arise in Jacob, It seemed like a little speck far off over the billows of time. Sometimes it wholly disappeared; often it was very dim. The waves of doubt and unbelief interposed dark objects between it and the beholder. Faith was often lost in sense; and the world was a gloomy prison into which no ray of hope was cast from a distant futurity. Most men saw nothing but a dim outline of clouds and sky gathering into a deeper darkness. But the bright object was there fixed as on an immovable shore. When the vision was clear and a celestial illumination was imparted to the soul, there was not, indeed, the full assurance of faith, but there was the reality. It was not a phantom that moved before the eye of Abraham and David. They saw the day of Christ and were glad. Moses was not bewildered with a false light. ‘A surrounding world of polytheists, countrymen prone to every other worship but that of God, an outward dispensation with its numberless ceremonials and symbols,...
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