View source for 176. I have gone astray like a lost sheep

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<p>'''176. I have gone astray like a lost sheep: seek Your servant; for I do not forget Your commandments.'''<br />
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  The natural disposition to wander from the fold is constant ground for prayer for the help of the Lord's judgements, to give us clearer light and preserving principles. Yet our need of this safeguard opens to us a most humbling truth.<br><br> Who can gainsay the testimony from the mouth of God—that &quot;all we like sheep have gone astray?&quot; But how afflicting is the thought, that this should not only be the description of a world living without God, but the confession even of God's own people! And yet where is the child of God that does not set his own seal with shame to the confession—I have gone astray like a lost sheep? &quot;Who can understand his errors?&quot; If he be not found, like Peter, in the open path of wandering; yet has he not need to cry, &quot;Cleanse me from secret faults?&quot; Is he never led away by sense, fancy, appetite?<br><br> If the will be sincere, how far is it from being perfect! And only a little yielding, a little bending to the flesh, giving way to evil—who knows what may be the end of this crooked path? Who knows what pride, waywardness, earthliness, may be working within, even while the gracious Lord is strengthening, guiding, comforting His poor straying sheep? That they should ever wander from privileges so great, from a God so good, from a Shepherd so kind! What can induce them to turn their backs upon their best Friend, and sin against the most precious love that was ever known, but something that must, upon reflection, fill them with shame!<br><br> The blame is readily cast upon the temptations of Satan, the seductive witcheries of the world, or some untoward circumstances. But whoever deals with himself must trace the backsliding to his own heart, &quot;This is my infirmity.&quot; And have we replaced what we have wilfully yielded up, with anything of equal or superior value? May it not be asked of us, &quot;What fruit had you in those things, whereof you are now ashamed; for the end of those things is death.&quot;<br />
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  But there is no enjoyment while distant from the beloved fold. It is as impossible for the child of God to be happy, when separated from his God, as if he were in the regions of eternal despair. He has not lost—he cannot wholly lose—his recollection of the forsaken blessing. In struggling, weeping faith, he cries—Seek Your servant. 'I cannot find my way back: the good Shepherd must seek me. Once I knew the path: but now that I have wandered into bye-paths, I am no more able to return, than I was to come at first.<br><br> I have no guide but the Shepherd whom I have left.' How cheering, then, is His office character!, &quot;Behold I, even I, will both search My sheep, and seek them out: as a shepherd seeks out his flock in the day that he is among his sheep that are scattered; so will I seek out My sheep, and will deliver them out of all places where they have been scattered in the cloudy and dark day&quot; Cannot I set my seal to His faithful discharge of His office, &quot;He restores my soul?&quot;<br />
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  If I want further encouragement to guide my steps homeward, let me think of His own description of tender faithfulness, and compassionate yearnings over His lost sheep; not showing it the way back to the fold, and leaving it to come after Him: but &quot;laying it upon His own shoulders, and bringing it home:&quot; all upbraiding forgotten; all recollection of His own pains swallowed up in the joy, that He has &quot;found the sheep which was lost.&quot; Let me remember the express commission, that brought the Shepherd from heaven to earth, from the throne of God to the manger, and thence to the garden and cross, &quot;to seek and to save that which was lost.&quot;<br><br> Let me see upon Him the especial mark of &quot;the Good Shepherd, giving His life for the sheep.&quot; Let me observe this sacrifice, as covering the guilt of my wanderings, and opening my way to return—yes, drawing me into the way. Surely then, I may add to my contrite confession the prayer of confidence—seek Your servant.<br><br> I cannot forbear to plead, that though a rebellious prodigal, I am still Your servant, Your child: I still bear the child's mark of an interest in Your covenant. Though a wanderer from the fold, I do not forget Your commandments. Nothing can erase Your law, which was &quot;written in my mind and inward parts&quot; by the finger and Spirit of God, as an earnest of my adoption, as the pledge of my restoration. What man writes is easily blotted out; what God writes is indelible. Let me then lie humbled and self-abased.<br><br> But let me not forget my claim—what has been done for me. Thus, again, I hope to be received as a &quot;dear&quot; and &quot;pleasant child;&quot; again to be clothed with &quot;the best robe,&quot; to be welcomed with fresh tokens of my Father's everlasting love, and to be assured with the precious promise, &quot;My sheep shall never perish, and none shall pluck them out of My hand.&quot;<br />
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  Such, Christian reader, would be the application we should make of this verse to ourselves; and such a penitent confession of our backsliding, united with a believing dependence on the long-tried grace and faithfulness of our God, would form a suitable conclusion to our meditations on this most interesting Psalm.<br><br> We would unite the tax-collector's prayer with the great Apostle's confidence; and, while in holy brokenness of heart we would wish to live and die, smiting upon our bosom, and saying, &quot;God be merciful to me a sinner:&quot; the remembrance of our adoption warrants the expression of assurance, &quot;I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I have committed to Him against that day.&quot; Yet, as it regards the experience of David, is there not something striking, and we had almost said, unexpected, in the conclusion of this Psalm?<br><br> To hear one, who has throughout been expressing such holy and joyful aspirations for the salvation of his God, such fervent praises of His love, that we seem to shrink back from the comparison with him, as if considering him almost on the verge of heaven—to hear this &quot;man after God's own heart,&quot; sinking himself to the lowest dust, under the sense of the evil of his heart, and his perpetual tendency to wander from his God, is indeed a most instructive lesson.<br><br> It marks the believer's conflict sustained to the end:—the humility, and yet the strength, of his confidence; the highest notes of praise combining with the deepest expressions of abasement—forming that harmony of acceptable service, which ascends &quot;like pillars of smoke&quot; before God. And thus will our Christian progress be chequered, until we reach the regions of unmixed praise, where we shall no longer mourn over our wanderings, no longer feel any inclination to err from Him, or the difficulty of returning to Him—where we shall be eternally safe in the heavenly fold, to &quot;go no more out.&quot;<br><br>
&quot;That is why they are standing in front of the throne of God, serving him day and night in his Temple. And he who sits on the throne will live among them and shelter them. They will never again be hungry or thirsty, and they will be fully protected from the scorching noontime heat. For the Lamb who stands in front of the throne will be their Shepherd. He will lead them to the springs of life-giving water. And God will wipe away all their tears.&quot; Revelation 7:15-17
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