Psalms 116

The psalm begins with a sentence no one would think to argue with and few would think to say: I love the LORD, because he hath heard my voice and my supplications. Notice that it does not open with God's majesty, or His law, or even His mercy in the abstract. It opens with love - and a reason for the love that is almost startling in its plainness: because he hath heard. This is not love worked up by effort or owed as a duty. It is the love that wells up in a person who cried out in desperate trouble and discovered, against every fear, that they were heard. The next verse fills in the picture: he hath inclined his ear unto me (v. 2) - God bent down, leaned in, the way you lean toward a faint voice you do not want to miss. Out of that single experience the psalmist draws a lifelong resolve: therefore will I call upon him as long as I live. Being heard once becomes the reason to keep calling forever. This is how love for God most often actually begins - not in being convinced of an argument, but in being answered in an hour of need.

After naming the character of God - Gracious is the LORD, and righteous; yea, our God is merciful (v. 5) - the psalmist says something that turns the world's value system upside down: The LORD preserveth the simple (v. 6). The old word simple here does not mean foolish; it means the unguarded, the inexperienced, those without the cleverness or resources to protect themselves - the kind of person the strong tend to overlook or exploit. And it is exactly these whom the LORD preserveth, keeps, watches over. The psalmist puts himself among them without embarrassment: I was brought low, and he helped me. There is no pretence of strength here, no claim to have handled it well. He was brought low - emptied, humbled, reduced - and into that low place God came with help. It is the same pattern the whole psalm runs on: God is drawn to the place of need, and the soul that admits its lowness is exactly the soul He stoops to keep. Having been kept, the psalmist can now speak to himself the gentlest command in the psalm: Return unto thy rest, O my soul (v. 7). The storm is past; the soul is told it may come home and settle, because the LORD hath dealt bountifully with thee.

The rescue is now stated in full, and the psalmist counts it out in three parts: thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling (v. 8). Each phrase answers something in the trouble of verse 3. The soul that was compassed by the sorrows of death is delivered from death. The eyes that knew trouble and sorrow are delivered from tears. And the feet - the whole walking, working life - are kept from falling. It is a complete deliverance: the inner self, the wet eyes, the stumbling steps, all of it caught and held. And it issues at once in a resolve about how the rescued life will now be lived: I will walk before the LORD in the land of the living (v. 9). The man who was nearly in the land of the dead will now spend his recovered days before the LORD - in His sight, under His eye, oriented to Him. Verses 10 and 11 let us glimpse how raw the trouble had been: I believed, therefore have I spoken: I was greatly afflicted: I said in my haste, All men are liars. He had been so hard pressed that he spoke rashly, despairing of every human help. He does not edit that out. The honesty is the point: this is not a tidy testimony from someone who never wavered, but the thanksgiving of a real person who faltered, said too much, and was delivered anyway.

Now comes the question the whole psalm has been building toward: What shall I render unto the LORD for all his benefits toward me? (v. 12). It is the instinctive question of a grateful heart - what can I give back? - and the psalmist genuinely asks it. But the wonder of his answer is that he does not name anything he could pay. He does not offer to even the score, to repay the debt, to do something impressive enough to be worthy of what he received. Instead he says: I will take the cup of salvation (v. 13). The only fitting response to being saved, it turns out, is to receive more salvation - to lift the cup God Himself fills and drink it down, and to keep calling upon the name of the LORD. This is one of the deepest things the psalm teaches about gratitude toward God. We cannot repay Him; the books will never balance, and we were never meant to make them balance. What we can do is take what He keeps giving, openly and thankfully, and let our whole life become a calling-on of His name. The grateful soul does not pay God back. It receives, and receives, and says so - and that receiving, offered up in praise, is the truest gift it has.

After the great central line of verse 15, the psalmist returns to himself, and what he says is the language of glad belonging: O LORD, truly I am thy servant; I am thy servant, and the son of thine handmaid: thou hast loosed my bonds (v. 16). He says it twice - I am thy servant; I am thy servant - as if once were not enough to express how completely he knows himself to be God's. He even reaches back a generation: the son of thine handmaid, born into a household that already belonged to the LORD; this is not a new arrangement but a lifelong one. And then the reason it is all joy and not bondage: thou hast loosed my bonds. The old word means God untied him, set him free - the very chains of death and trouble from verse 3 fallen away. Here is one of the quiet paradoxes of faith: the man who calls himself God's servant, twice over, is the man whose bonds have just been loosed. Belonging to God is not another set of chains; it is the freedom that comes when the real chains - death, fear, despair - are struck off. The servant of this God is the freest person there is.

The psalm ends as a rescued life should - not in private relief, but in public worship. I will offer to thee the sacrifice of thanksgiving, and will call upon the name of the LORD (v. 17). The sacrifice of thanksgiving was a specific offering, brought not to ask for anything but simply to say thank you for help already given; and the psalmist will bring it. Twice now he has resolved to pay my vows unto the LORD now in the presence of all his people (vv. 14, 18) - the promises he made to God in the depths are not whispered privately once the danger passes, but kept openly, where others can see. And he names the place: In the courts of the LORD's house, in the midst of thee, O Jerusalem (v. 19). The thanksgiving belongs in the gathered assembly, among the people of God, at the place set apart for His worship. There is a pattern here worth seeing. The trouble was intensely personal - my soul, my tears, my feet - but the thanksgiving is deliberately public. What God does for one, that one carries back to the whole congregation, so that a private rescue becomes a shared occasion of praise. The psalm that began with a single voice saying I love the LORD ends with that voice swept up into the great chorus of the final word: Praise ye the LORD.