Psalm 86
    
    A stream of continuous prayer flows throughout this 
    Psalm. Praise is sweetly intermixed. Pleas for audience with God are 
    urgently enforced. May we thus pray, and verily we shall be heard! 
    1. "Bow down Your ear, O Lord, hear me; for I am poor 
    and needy." 
    The cry is the breathing of humility. To seek help from 
    our own poverty is to draw water from an empty cistern. Let us fly to God's 
    fullness; it ever overflows. 
    2. "Preserve my soul, for I am holy; O my God, save 
    Your servant who trusts in You." 
    Enemies are always near; God only can keep and save. Let 
    us urge the plea, We are Yours by entire surrender of ourselves. All our 
    confidence rests on You. 
    3-4. "Be merciful to me, O Lord; for I cry to You 
    daily. Rejoice the soul of Your servant; for to You, O Lord, do I lift up my 
    soul." 
    Mercy is our hourly need; for mercy let our hourly cry 
    ascend. We shall hear joy and gladness, if on Him only our eyes are fixed.
    
    5. "For You, Lord, are good, and ready to forgive; and 
    plentiful in mercy unto all those who call upon You." 
    When we thus call upon our God, we only ask for the 
    display of His own heart. Goodness and mercy, grace and love there dwell. O 
    God, give them scope. Let them come forth to help. 
    6-7. "Give ear, O Lord, unto my prayer; and attend to 
    the voice of my supplications. In the day of my trouble I will call upon 
    You; for You will answer me." 
    The cry continues, I cannot let You rest. I must take 
    heaven by storm. Awake, awake in my behalf. Troubles abound. But they bear 
    me on their tide to You. I come in full assurance that Your promises shall 
    never fail, and faithful prayer shall never be cast out. 
    8-10. "Among the gods there is none like You, O Lord; 
    neither are there any works like Your works. All nations whom You have made 
    shall come and worship before You, O Lord; and shall glorify Your name. For 
    You are great and do wondrous things; You are God alone." 
    Precious is the season when the eye of faith contemplates 
    the greatness—the majesty—the glory of our God. In heaven and throughout 
    earth He sits supreme, worthy of all praise—all homage—all adoring love! In 
    every climate enlightened servants now bow down to worship Him. The day will 
    come when His knowledge shall cover the earth, even as the waters cover the 
    sea. Then every knee shall bow before Him and every tongue shall magnify His 
    name. O Lord, hasten the blessed time!
    11. "Teach me Your way, O Lord; I will walk in Your 
    truth; unite my heart to fear Your name." 
    How quickly the believer flies back to prayer. Here is 
    his solace and his heart's home. His grand desire is that the Lord would 
    instruct him in the path of life. He has no greater desire than to walk in 
    God's truth. He feels that his heart is prone in all its parts to wander. In 
    itself it has neither cohesion nor stability. He prays that God would so 
    restrain it by His bands, that no part should ever deviate from His fear.
    
    12-13. "I will praise You, O Lord my God, with all my 
    heart; and I will glorify Your name forevermore. For great is Your mercy 
    toward me; and You have delivered my soul from the lowest hell." 
    He vows that eternal praise shall issue from his 
    comforted heart. Such glory is indeed God's due. For through redeeming blood 
    He has rescued from perdition's lowest depths. 
    14-15. "O God, the proud have risen against me, and 
    the assemblies of violent men have sought after my soul, and have not set 
    You before them. But You, O Lord, are a God full of compassion, and 
    gracious, patient, and plentiful in mercy and truth." 
    In contrast to this mercy the Psalmist sees the enmity of 
    man. But he takes refuge in his God. His compassions never fail; His grace 
    abides forever; His patience is inexhaustible; His mercy and truth are 
    overflowing. 
    16-17. "O turn unto me, and have mercy upon me; give 
    Your strength to Your servant, and save the son of Your handmaid. Show me a 
    token for good; that those who hate me may see it, and be ashamed; because 
    You, Lord, have helped me, and comforted me." 
    This view of God prompts the prayer, that He would arise 
    and strengthen and save; and give such tokens of His lovingkindness, that 
    all observers may perceive that believers are the blessed men receiving help 
    from heaven, and rejoicing in the Spirit's comforts. When such 
    manifestations abound they cannot be hidden. Shame depresses the cruel 
    adversaries. They are constrained to confess, that vain is their enmity when 
    God extends His hand to work deliverance. May we be monuments of such help!