Psalm 79
    
    The ruins of the Temple and the cruelties of the 
    insulting foe impel to the mercy-seat. Promises of praise are uttered. In 
    the depths of distress may we thus seek and vow! 
    1. "O God, the heathen have come into Your 
    inheritance; Your holy temple have they defiled; they have laid Jerusalem on 
    heaps." 
    With tearful eye the pious Israelite beholds the 
    desolation of his hallowed places. He would move mournfully amid the ruins 
    of his beloved city. Can it be that the Temple has thus fallen! Can it be 
    that the protecting walls are thus laid low! Have the heathen thus 
    triumphed! Is the chosen city thus deserted! Such thoughts of anguish 
    naturally arise amid the desolate scene. 
    2-3. "The dead bodies of Your servants have they given 
    to be food to the fowls of the heaven, the flesh of Your saints to the 
    beasts of the earth. Their blood have they shed like water round about 
    Jerusalem; and there was no one to bury them." 
    Cruel carnage marked the invader's course. The 
    slaughtered were exposed to vilest indignities. Devouring birds mangled the 
    neglected corpses; ravenous beasts rioted in the abundance of their prey. 
    Blood flowed in copious streams, and no survivors could bury the dead. 
    4. "We have become a reproach to our neighbors, a 
    scorn and derision to those who are round about us." 
    The neighboring nations, who once viewed Jerusalem as the 
    perfection of strength and beauty, and feared her as the mistress of the 
    earth, now sneered at her fallen state. No tender pity softened their 
    hearts. Derision sat upon their lips. 
    5. "How long, Lord? will You be angry forever? shall 
    Your jealousy burn like fire?" 
    The period of calamity seemed endless. It is traced to 
    its real cause. God's displeasure has poured down these miseries. The cry 
    goes up to Him for intermission. It cries, Let not Your anger be thus 
    prolonged; let it not burn like an unextinguishable flame. It is our wisdom 
    when lying in the depths of sorrow thus to plead. 
    6-7. "Pour out Your wrath upon the heathen that have 
    not known You, and upon the kingdoms that have not called upon Your name; 
    for they have devoured Jacob, and laid waste his dwelling place." 
    Prayer beseeches God to mark that the triumphant nations 
    were also enemies to Him. They did not know His majesty and glory. They had 
    never acknowledged Him as their God. It is the province of faith to appeal 
    to God that we are truly His, and that those who hate us honor not His 
    glorious name. 
    8-9. "O remember not against us former iniquities; let 
    Your tender mercies speedily meet us; for we have been brought very low. 
    Help us, O God of our salvation, for the glory of Your name; and deliver us, 
    and purge away our sins, for Your name's sake." 
    The remembrance of former iniquities should ever be 
    before our eyes. Our cry should be that mercy would heal these wounds. Our 
    only plea should be that God would thus glorify His great name, and make us 
    monuments of His redeeming powers. 
    10-12. "Why should the heathen say, Where is their 
    God? let Him be known among the heathen in our sight by the revenging of the 
    blood of Your servants which is shed. Let the sighing of the prisoner come 
    before You; according to the greatness of Your power preserve those who are 
    appointed to die; and render to our neighbors seven-fold into their bosom 
    their reproach, with which they have reproached You, O Lord." 
    Let not the sneer prevail that God has cast off His own. 
    Rather let His glory be conspicuous in the ruin of the blood-stained foes. 
    Let the plaintive wails of the captives prevail, and let the death-doomed 
    find deliverance. 
    13. "So we Your people, and sheep of Your pasture, 
    will give You thanks forever; we will show forth Your praise to all 
    generations." 
    The happy result shall be constant flow of grateful 
    praises from generation to generation. A ransomed flock shall magnify the 
    Lord.