Spurgeon Daily Devotional Bible: July 7

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Spurgeon Daily Devotional Bible: July 7

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Whereon do ye trust?”

2Ch_32:1-3; 2Ch_32:5-12; 2Ch_32:14; 2Ch_32:16-17; 2Ch_32:19-20


Notwithstanding the glorious reformation made by Hezekiah, he and his people must be tried; the trial became a test of their faith, and an opportunity for the Lord to show himself strong on their behalf They were none the less approved of God because they were tried: good trees are pruned because they are good, and in order to make them better.


To a vast host the want of water would be a great peril, hence the wisdom of cutting off the supplies in the region which Sennacherib would traverse. Faith is near akin to common sense.


Here again were commonsense preparations: faith trusts in God, but repairs her bulwarks.


They were inspired with confidence by their leader’s heroic language; and shall not we, the soldiers of Christ, be cheered by that which he has spoken—”Let not your hearts be troubled”?


The tyrant king treated Hezekiah meanly by appealing to his people to revolt from him and look to their own interests; charging him with deceiving them, and with profanity inputting an end to the unlawful worship upon the high places. Hezekiah’s greatest virtue is here mentioned as a crime, so common is it for saints to be misrepresented by sinners.


He spake exceeding proudly, as if he regarded Jehovah as inferior to the idols whose worshippers he had vanquished. The Lord would surely be moved to jealousy by such taunts.


Writing is deliberate, and therefore doubly profane. It was well for Hezekiah to have so foul-mouthed an enemy, for his insolent blasphemies stirred up the indignation of the Lord.


Deliverance was not far off when king and prophet both cried to heaven. Is any troubled, or in fear of trouble? Let him pray.


In Judah is God known, His name is great in Israel.”

A terribly blasphemous letter written by Rabshakeh, Sennacherib’s captain, caused Hezekiah great distress, but he knew where to take his trouble.



This was a much better plan than attempting to answer his enemy in the same insulting language: an angry answer to an angry letter shows that the weakness and sin are not confined to one side of the quarrel. Praying over a letter is an infinitely wiser thing than going to law about it.


After acknowledging the power of the invader, and ascribing the overthrow of the gods of other nations to the fact that they were dead idols, the king appeals to Jehovah, the God of Israel, to prove his own reality and power by saving his people, lest the heathen should reckon him to be a God only in name. Appeals to God’s honour have muck power in them; it ought to be our greatest concern and our surest confidence. We are taught to begin prayer with “Hallowed be thy name,” and close it with “Thy kingdom come.”


Weak as she is, she is under the Lord’s protection and defies thee.


These were Sennacherib’s feats of war, which he emblazoned on his palace walls; he gloried in the devastations he had caused. Vainglory this! More becoming a demon than one born of a woman. The lust of conquest obliterates compassion. Great, however, as Sennacherib thought himself to be, he was now to find his superior, and to learn whence his power had been derived.


It had been by Jehovah’s power that he had conquered, he had been used as a scourge in the Lord’s hand, to chastise the wickedness of the nations.


Like a huge monster, he might rage and roar, but he would be made to know his master, and go back to his den at the word of command.


Provisions were at famine prices, and it was too late to sow the fields, therefore the Lord sustained the people for two years, by giving the earth an unusual fertility, thus fulfilling his promise, “so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed.”


Yet again would the kingdom revive, the people would again take root in the soil, and grow upward in prosperity. It is well in spiritual things to unite the two growths, so as to take root downward in humility and experience, while we grow upward in zeal and enthusiasm.

Ye that love the cause of Zion,

Though despis’d of men, and few,

Arm’d with boldness like the lion,

Fear not all that men can do.

What though all the world oppose;

God is stronger than her foes.

Now, ye people, walk around her,

View her walls, and count her towers;

See how God, her King and founder,

Keeps her safe from hostile powers:

Zion’s children live secure;

God has made their dwelling sure.

Foes of Zion, fight no longer;

Here submission will be gain:

Zion’s King will prove the stronger,

And with power her cause maintain.

He secures her gates and walls:

‘Tis on you the ruin falls.

Lord, I forego all anxious thought,

And cast on thee my care;

Content that thou art over all,

And rulest everywhere.

Teach me to listen for thy voice

When the storm howleth loud;

Help me to look for light from thee,

Beneath the darkest cloud.

Thy face I seek with earnest prayer,

For thou art all my stay,

Now let thy mighty arm appear

And drive my griefs away.

At thy rebuke, O Jacob’s God,

Both horse and chariot fell:

Who knows the terrors of thy rod?

Thy vengeance who can tell?

What power can stand before thy sight,

When once thy wrath appears?

When heaven shines round with dreadful light,

The earth lies still and fears.

Happy the church, thou sacred place,

The seat of thy Creator’s grace;

Thine holy courts are his abode,

Thou earthly palace of our God!

Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates

A guard of heavenly warriors waits;

Nor shall thy deep foundations move

Fix’d on his counsels and his love.

Thy foes in vain designs engage,

Against his throne in vain they rage;

Like rising waves, with angry roar,

That dash and die upon the shore.

Then let our souls in Zion dwell,

Nor fear the wrath of Rome nor hell;

His arms embrace this happy ground,

Like brazen bulwarks built around.