Another of David’s grandest Psalms is—Psalm 104. which our space compels us to read almost without comment.
Probably alluding to the flood.
At thy rebuke they fled; at the voice of thy thunder they hasted away. They go up by the mountains; rising in mists and exhalations
they go down by the valleys rippling in rills, leaping in cataracts
So that each place has its creature, and each creature its place. The loneliest spots are populous.
Thus each period has its appropriate action, the wheels of providence never stand still.
God is in all things, great or small. He has not left the world to mere laws and forces, but he is working everywhere. Let us behold him and adore.
And if he does so, it is not wise on our part to close our eyes to nature’s beauties under the notion of superior spirituality.
For they alone spoil creation, and blot the Maker’s handiwork.