11Let the sighing of the prisoner come before thee; according to the greatness of thy power preserve thou those that are appointed to die;
12And render unto our neighbours sevenfold into their bosom their reproach, wherewith they have reproached thee, O Lord.
13So we thy people and sheep of thy pasture will give thee thanks for ever: we will shew forth thy praise to all generations.
We Thy People
What picture comes to mind as you read the last verse of Psalm 79.
So we thy people and sheep of thy pasture will give thee thanks for ever; we will shew forth thy praise to all generations.
In this psalm, Asaph has laid out his complaints before God, recounting the sad state of the nation which has been overrun and conquered by heathen nations. In the end, he understands that all that has happened and that will happen is of God.
As Christians, we are the sheep of Christ's pasture. Though we may be overcome with troubles on all sides, it is not our duty to unravel our difficulties, but rather it is God, our Chief Shepherd who will bring us through the dark valleys and into His eternal habitation where we will live forever!
How are we to respond to God's wondrous care? We Thy people will give thanks forever; to Him we will show forth praise, not only now, but in the generations to come. In saying this, Asaph is showing that there is a future--indeed a glorious future--for the children of God.
What have we done to deserve such glorious treatment? Not a thing! Our salvation is none of us and all of Christ. Sin on us has left a crimson stain, but He washed us white as snow. This was penned beautifully in a hymn written by Elvina M. Hall.
I hear the Savior say,
“Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in Me thine all in all.”
Refrain:For nothing good have I
Jesus paid it all,
All to Him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
Whereby Thy grace to claim;
I’ll wash my garments white
In the blood of Calv’ry’s Lamb.
And now complete in Him,
My robe, His righteousness,
Close sheltered ’neath His side,
I am divinely blest.
Lord, now indeed I find
Thy pow’r, and Thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots
And melt the heart of stone.
When from my dying bed
My ransomed soul shall rise,
“Jesus died my soul to save,”
Shall rend the vaulted skies.
And when before the throne
I stand in Him complete,
I’ll lay my trophies down,
All down at Jesus’ feet.
God Bless You,