1 Samuel 9:1-6, 14-21, 26, 27
1 Samuel 9:2
It would have been better had he been godly as well:
1 Samuel 9:3
A quaint writer says, “Saul’s obedience was a fit entrance upon his sovereignty. The service was homely for the son of a great nan; yet, he refuseth not to go with his fathers servant, upon so mean a search. The disobedient and scornful are good for nothing; they are neither fit to be subjects nor governors. Kish was a great man in his country, yet he disdained not to send his son Saul upon a thrifty errand; neither does Saul plead that it would disgrace him. Pride and wantonness have marred our times. Great parents count it a dishonour to employ their sons in honest labour, and their pampered children think it a shame to do anything, and so behave themselves as if they counted it a glory to be idle or wicked.”
1 Samuel 9:6
They came to the man of God about asses, and learned something concerning a kingdom, and so many go to hear preachers out of idle curiosity, but God leads them into the kingdom of his dear Son.
1 Samuel 9:19
That he did, and very much more. God’s ministers are enabled by his Spirit to lay bare men’s hearts, and then they tell them of the kingdom of heaven.
1 Samuel 9:20
Who cares for asses when a kingdom is in view? Who will regard earthly joys when heaven is to be had? How foolish are those who spend all their thoughts upon this world’s straying asses, and lose the unfading crown.
1 Samuel 9:27
This day let each of us endeavour to have a little season for thought and prayer; carrying this text in our hearts, “Stand thou still awhile, that I may shew thee the word of God.”
Quit ye like men, be strong,
Fear not the foeman’s frown;
Nor suffer Satan’s deadliest blows
To beat your courage down.
The battle soon will yield,
If ye your parts fulfil:
For strong as is the hostile shield,
Your sword is stronger still.
Arise, ye saints arise!
The Lord your leader is;
The foe before his banner flies,
The victory is his.
O Sacred Spirit still
Abide with all thy saints,
If thou depart the glory’s gone,
And every warrior faints.
Vain is the outward ark,
Vain are the means of grace,
The sun is gone, the church is dark,
If thou dost hide thy face.
Depart not, gracious Lord,
Though we have griev’d thee sore
Still all thy sacred help afford,
Nor let us grieve thee more.
These idols tread beneath thy feet,
And to thyself the conquest get;
Let sin no more oppose my Lord,
Slain by thy Spirit’s two-edged sword.
Compel my soul thy sway to own;
Self-will, self-righteousness dethrone:
Let Dagon fall before thy face,
Destroyed by thine all conquering grace.
Holy and reverend is the name
Of our eternal King;
Thrice holy Lord! the angels cry;
Thrice holy! let us sing.
The deepest reverence of the mind,
Pay, O my soul! to God;
Lift, with thy hands, a holy heart,
To his sublime abode.
With sacred awe pronounce his name,
Whom words nor thoughts can reach;
A broken heart will please him more
Than noblest forms of speech.
Yes, I will bless thee, O my God!
Through all my earthly days;
And to eternity prolong
Thy vast, thy boundless praise.
Nor shall my tongue alone proclaim
The honours of my God:
My life with all its active powers,
Shall spread thy praise abroad.
Soon shall my lips in endless praise,
Their grateful tribute pay;
The theme demands an angel’s tongue,
And an eternal day.
Thy name, almighty Lord,
Shall sound through distant lands;
Great is thy grace, and sure thy word;
Thy truth for ever stands,
Far be thine honour spread,
And long thy praise endure,
Till morning light and evening shade
Shall be exchanged no more.