The glory of the Lord, then, is shewn forth, and endures for ever, in these animals of whom the Psalmist has been speaking, though they devour each other day and night.  The Lord rejoices in His works, even though His works live by each other’s death.  The Lord shall rejoice in His works—­says this great poet and philosopher.

But what Lord, and what God?  Ah, my friends, all depends on the answer to that question.  “There be,” says St Paul, “lords many, and gods many:”  and since his time, men have made fresh lords and gods for themselves, and believed in them, and worshipped them, while they fancied that they were believing in the one true God, in the same God in whom the man believed who wrote the 104th Psalm.

Do we truly believe in that one true God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit?

Let me beg you to consider that question earnestly.  The Psalmist, when he talked of the Lord, did not mean merely what some people call the Deity, or the Supreme Being, or the Creator.  You will remark that I said—­What.  I do not care to say, Whom, of such a notion; that is, of a God who made the world, and set it going once for all, but has never meddled with it; never, so to speak, looked at it since:  so that the world would go on just the same, and just as well, if God thenceforth had ceased to be.  No:  that is a dead God; an absentee God—­as one said bitterly once.  But the Psalmist believed in the living God, and a present God, in whom we live and move and have our being; in a God who does not leave the world alone for a moment, nor in the smallest matter, but is always interested in it, attending to it, enforcing His own laws, working—­if I may so speak in all reverence—­and using the most pitifully insufficient analogy—­working—­I say—­His own machinery; making all things work together for good, at least to those who love God; a God without whom not a sparrow falls to the ground, and in whose sight all the hairs of our heads are numbered.

In one word, he believed in a living God.  If anyone had said to the Psalmist, as I have heard men say now-a-days—­Of course we believe, with you, in a general Providence of God over the whole universe.  But you do not surely believe in special Providences?  That would be superstition.  God governs the world by law, and not by special Providences.  Then I believe that the Psalmist would have answered—­Laws?  I believe in them as much as you, and perhaps more than you.  But as for special Providences, I believe in them so much, that I believe that the whole universe, and all that has ever happened in it from the beginning, has happened by special Providences; that not an organic being has assumed its present form, after long ages and generations, save by a continuous series of special Providences; that not a weed grows in a particular spot, without a special Providence of God that it should grow there, and nowhere else; then, and nowhen else.  I believe that every step I take, every person I meet, every thought which comes into my mind—­which is not sinful—­comes and happens by the perpetual special Providence of God, watching for ever with Fatherly care over me, and each separate thing that He has made.