Could there be a sweeter chime than the opening music of this psalm?

"Who forgiveth all thine iniquities." He receives me back home again, interrupts the broken story of my sin, and drowns my sobbings in His rejoicings.

"Who healeth all thy diseases." He takes in hand the foul complaints which I acquired in "the far country," and with His powerful medicines, and His wonderful "bread of life," He drives the foul things from my soul.

"Who redeemeth thy life from destruction." Yes, with His own blood He buys me back from a midnight servitude, strikes every chain and shackle from my limbs, and makes me dance in "the glorious liberty of the children of God."

"Who crowneth thee with loving-kindness and tender mercy." He encircles me with the invulnerable army of His own love. Henceforth if the devil would get at me he must deal with God. "As the mountains are round about Jerusalem, so the Lord is round about His people."

"Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things." He sets before me a glorious table, and enlivens my spirits with glorious fellowship. That so I can be no other than "satisfied," and my heart is at rest in the Lord. "Thou, O Christ, art all I want!"