These verses possess a peculiar and personal sweetness; and the Psalmist takes the whole home to himself. As if he had said I know not what others do, or what others may determine; but as, for me, and my house, I will serve the Lord; I will sing of the Lord, and to the Lord, forever and ever. And when life, and strength, and voice shall fail, while my heart can think, or memory remains, Jesus shall be my meditation. His name shall hang upon my lips with my last quivering breath. Oh! precious Jesus! if the mercy be not too great to ask, let this be the dying blessing of both him that now writes, and him that reads. Amen.

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