who love to teach Mankind.

For what strikes the Psalmist is, again, exactly what would strike a
modern poet, or a modern man of science: the strength and ease of the
vast beast; its enjoyment of its own life and power. It is to him the
Leviathan, whom "God has made to play in the sea;" "to take his pastime
therein."

Truly this was a healthy-minded man; as all will be, and only they, who
have full faith in the one good God, of whom are all things, both in
earth and heaven.

Then he goes further still. He has looked into the face of life
innumerable. Now he looks into the face of innumerable death; and sees
there too the Spirit and the work of God.

Thou givest to them; they gather:
Thou openest thy hand; they are filled with good:
Thou hidest thy face; they are troubled:
Thou takest away their breath; they die, and are turned again to their
dust.

Poetry? Yes: but, like all highest poetry, highest philosophy; and
soundest truth likewise. Nay, he goes further still--further, it may be,
than most of us would dare to go, had he not gone before us in the
courage of his faith. He dares to say, of such a world as this--"The
glory of the Lord shall endure for ever. The Lord shall rejoice in His
works."

The glory of the Lord, then, is shewn forth, and endures for ever, in
these animals of whom the Psalmist has been speaking, though they devour
each other day and night. The Lord rejoices in His works, even though
His works live by each other's death. The Lord shall rejoice in His
works--says this great poet and philosopher.

But what Lord, and what God? Ah, my friends, all depends on the answer
to that question. "There be," says St Paul, "lords many, and gods many:"
and since his time, men have made fresh lords and gods for themselves,
and believed in them, and worshipped them, while they fancied that they
were believing in the one true God, in the same God in whom the man
believed who wrote the 104th Psalm.

Do we truly believe in that one true God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit?

Let me beg you to consider that question earnestly. The Psalmist, when
he talked of the Lord, did not mean merely what some people call the
Deity, or the Supreme Being, or the Creator. You will remark that I
said--What. I do not care to say, Whom, of such a notion; that is, of a
God who made the world, and set it going once for all, but has never
meddled with it; never, so to speak, looked at it since: so that