Psalm 42
Intro:
When a soul is unhappy, it affects everything else in life.
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
“It is well, it is well, with my soul.”
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
“It is well, it is well, with my soul.”
I suggest that the main trouble in this whole matter of spiritual depression in a sense is this—that we allow our self to talk to us instead of talking to our self. You have to take yourself in the hand, you have to address yourself, preach to yourself, question yourself. This self of ours, this other man within us, has got to be handled. Do not listen to him; turn to him; speak to him; condemn him; upbraid him; exhort him; encourage him; remind him of what you know, instead of listening placidly to him and allowing him to drag you down and depress you. (Spiritual Depression, 21)
My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious thought:
My sin—not in part but the whole
Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!