There is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother

2 Samuel 9

2 Samuel 9:1

Good men are grateful men. Jonathan had shown David great kindness, and therefore David sought to return it to his descendants. He who is not faithful in friendship gives no evidence that he is sincere in religion.

2 Samuel 9:4

He was living in the country in great retirement, perhaps in fear that David might seek his life. We are often afraid of the very men who will turn out to be our best friends.

2 Samuel 9:6

He was both awed by the splendour of the court, and alarmed lest the king should injure him, but David soon comforted him in the kindest manner.

2 Samuel 9:9, 10

And therefore he would be able to equip Mephibosheth with a suitable attendance becoming his royal rank.

2 Samuel 9:11-13

From this story we learn to remember past kindnesses. If in his prosperity any man has been good to us, let us deal well with him if we ever see either him or his children in want. Never let it be said that a child of God is ungrateful to his fellowmen. If we are to do kindness to those who have treated us ill, much more are we bound to repay the favours of those who have been our friends. A further lesson may be found in the fact that David and Jonathan had made a covenant, and that David was faithful to it, even though Jonathan’s son was both obscure in his abode, poor in his estate, and deformed in his person. The Lord also is true to his covenant; he will not forsake those who put their trust in him. Though many of his people are, spiritually, as lame as Mephibosheth, yet he remembers them, and even deigns to invite them to sit at his table in familiar intercourse with him. The Lord is not ashamed of the poor, feeble friends of Jesus, but out of love to their well-beloved Lord and Master he will grant to them to eat continually at the kings table, even though they be lame on both their feet.

 

Poor, weak, and worthless, though I am,

I have a rich almighty Friend;

Jesus, the Saviour, is His name:

He freely loves, and without end.

 

He cheers my heart, my wants supplies,

And says that I shall shortly be

Enthroned with him above the skies:

Oh! what a friend is Christ to me!

 


God is gone up with shouts of joy,

And angels harping round;

Our Lord is welcomed to the sky

With trumpet’s joyful sound.

 

Open, ye heavenly gates, to let

The King of glory in;

The Lord of hosts, of saving might,

Who vanquished death and sin.

 

And shall not mortals join their songs,

Though poor their notes may be?

The lisping of believing tongues,

Makes heavenly minstrelsy.

 


Jesus, where’er thy people meet,

There they behold thy mercy-seat:

Where’er they seek thee, thou art found

And every place is hallow’d ground.

 

For thou within no walls confined,

Inhabitest the humble mind;

Such ever bring thee where they come,

And going, take thee to their home.

 

Behold, to thee we pour our vow,

Our daily dwelling place art thou!

And whilst the light of life we see,

Our happy souls shall rest in thee.

 


Jesus, with thy salvation blest,

We yield the glory to thy name:

Fix’d in thy strength our banners rest,

With joy thy vict’ry we proclaim.

 

Let men the rattling chariot trust,

Or the swift steed, with courage stored.

In thee our confidence we boast,

Jesus, Messiah, conquering Lord!

 

Safe shall we stand, nor yield to fear,

When sinners with their hopes shall fall:

Save, Lord, O King Messiah, hear!

Hear, mighty Saviour, when we call.

 


The head that once was crown’d with thorns

Is crown’d with glory now;

A royal diadem adorns

The mighty victor’s brow.

 

The highest place that heaven affords

Is his, is his by right,

The King of kings, the Lord of lords,

And heaven’s eternal light.

 

To him let every tongue be praise,

And every heart be love:

All grateful honours paid on earth,

And nobler songs above.

 


Lead me not, for flesh is frail,

Where fierce trials would assail;

Leave me not, in darken’d hour,

To withstand the tempter’s power.

 

Save me from the tempter’s wiles,

Keep my heart when pleasure smiles;

On my watch tower may I be,

Lest I should dishonour thee.

 

While I am a pilgrim here,

Let thy love my spirit cheer:

As my guide, my guard, my friend,

Lead me to my journey’s end.

 

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