better masters no man ever had.  Our enemies are our evil deeds and their memories, our pride, our selfishness, our malice, our passions, which by conscience or by habit pursue us with a relentlessness past the power of figure to express.  We know how they persist from youth unto the grave:  the sting of death is sin. We know what they want:  nothing less than our whole character and will. Simon, Simon, said Christ to a soul on the edge of a great temptation, Satan hath asked you back again for himself.

Yet it is the abounding message of the whole Bible, of which our twenty-third Psalm is but a small fragment, that for this conscience and this habit of sin God hath made provision, even as sure as those thoughts of His guidance which refresh us in the heat of life and comfort us amidst its shadows.

In Nature?  Yes:  for here too the goodness of God leadeth to repentance.  There is nothing which the fifth verse so readily brings to mind as the grace of the Divine hospitality in nature. Thou spreadest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies.  How these words contrast the fever and uncertain battle of our life with the calmness and surety of the Divine order!  Through the cross currents of human strife, fretted and stained, the tides of nature keep their steady course, and rise to their invariable margins.  The seasons come up undisturbed by crime and war.  Spring creeps even into the beleaguered city; through the tents of the besiegers, across trench and scarp, among the wheels of the cannon, and over the graves of the dead, grass and wild flowers speed, spreading God’s table.  He sendeth His rain upon the just and the unjust.  And even here the display is not merely natural, nor spread only in the sight of our physical enemies; but God’s goodness leadeth to repentance, and Nature is equipped even for deliverance from sin.  Who has come out upon a great landscape, who has looked across the sea, who has lifted his eyes to the hills and felt the winds of God blowing off their snows, who has heard earth’s countless voices rising heavenwards, but has felt:  What a wide place this world is for repentance!  Man does find in Nature deliverance from himself, oblivion of his past, with peace and purity!  And yet the provision, though real, is little more than temporary.  The herdsmen of the desert are not obliged to furnish to their fugitive guest shelter for more than two nights with the day between.  Little more than two nights with the day between is the respite from conscience and habit which Nature provides for the sinful heart.  She is the million-fold opportunity of repentance; she is not the final or everlasting grace of God.  And, therefore, whatever may have been the original intention of our Psalmist, the spiritual feeling of the Church has understood his last two verses to sing of that mercy and forgiveness of our God which were spoken to men by the prophets, but reached the fulness of their proclamation and proof in Jesus Christ.