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MOUNTAINS OF GOD-Thy righteousness is like the mountains of God-Ps. XXXVI.6 (Old Written Works)

The sacred and life-like language of the ancient Hebrews ascribed all great and marvelous things to God. The Divine name was bound up with the names of the stars, the mountains, the rivers, the winds, the forests. Instead of saying that the mountains are glorious in beauty, impregnable in strength, eternal in years, the Hebrew called them mountains of God. God himself is the infinite realization of that greatness and beauty which we ascribe to his most mighty works. And the first language of man, which was learned from the divine voice in Paradise, gave such names to the most conspicuopus objects and phenomena of nature that the bare word should affirm the reality of God’s existence and the greatness of his power. When the first pair, in their simple and sinless state, looked forth upon a world everywhere inscribed with the Creator’s name, they felt themselves to be surrounded with his presence and covered with the overshadowings of his glory. The child of the first parents learned to speak of God in learning the names of the first objects that met his eye and the deepest experiences of his own heart.
And the disposition to ascribe a sublime and sacred meaning to great objects and phenomena in nature was not wholly lost with the first language and the Paradisiacal state. Among all nations great mountains would readily be taken as fit representatives of the immutable righteousness of the infinite God. He has set fast the mountains, girding them with power, so that no arm less than almighty can remove them out of their place. They rise up before us, in awful and unchanging majesty, to tell us, with the roar of a thousand torrents and the voice of many thunders, that God changes not, and their is no variableness nor shadow of turning in his immutable word. Conceive a range of mountains extending the whole length of a continent, piled up in one unbroken wall of rock above the region of the clouds, resting upon a base broad enough to cover a whole kingdom. Conceive the power sufficient to uproot that adamantine barrier from its deep foundation and hurl it ointo the midst of the ocean. Such an act of power would be easier to perform than to defeat or change that word of promise by which God engages to fulfill the desire oif them that fear him in all generations. You have only to trust in his freely-offered protection and you are safe, though the foundations of the earth should be broken up and the heavens should pass away with a great noise. The trials of life are severe; the temptations of the world are many;p the temptations of our own hearts are more; the path of duty is beset with obstacles at every step. But such hindrances are like the small dust of the earth and the chaff before the whirlwind, compared with our defence, when once the great promise of God has become our reliance and our protection.
Go climb with toilsome endeavor to the thunder-smitten heights of the great mountains. Look forth from those rocky battlements which the fighting winds have stormed against for a thousand centuries, yet never shaken. Can you beat them down to the small dust of the plain with the stamping of your foot? Can you blow them away with your breath, as the winds blow the leaves of autumn? You could a thousand times easier do that than snatch one poor suffering child of faith from the protecting hand of the Almighty. You could more easily blow the Andes into the ocean with a breath than fail of eternal life when trusting in Him whjo alone has the infinite blessing to give. And on the other hand, does the tempter whisper the suggestion, that for a time at least something may be gained by venturing ujpon the path of disobedience to God-something may be lost by a life of sacrifice in h is service? Nay, tell me that you can imprison the lightenings of heaven in yhour fist-tell me that you can crush the everlasting mountains with the blow of yhour hand, and I will believe you-I will think you a sane and truthful man-sooner than I would if you say, I have hardened myself against God and prospered; I have transgressed his word and found profit and peace in my sin.
Many travelers have gazed with wonder and delight upon the profile of a human face of colossal dimentions, carved by Nature’s handiwork upon a projecting cliff of a lofty mountain in the Franconia Notch. The look is upward to the open heavens, as is in the act of devotion. Day and night, through all the year, in storm and in sunshine, from century to century, that reverent and awful face has been looking into the deep immensity of heaven, as if it were some great hierarch appointed to offer to God the Perpetual worship of the everlasting hills. Its aspect of calm and trustful adoration is ever the same. When deep night veils the heavens, when fighting storms launch their thunderbolts from height to height, when the morning pours new glories upon the mountains, when the broad noon bathes the valleys in silent light, that adoring countenance is still turned toward heaven and God.
While gazing upon that silent symbol of perpetual adoration, who would not wish for the faith which turns with the calmness and constancy to the everlasting hills for help? The pathway of life is checkered with an ever-changing light. The glory of the morning, the brightness of noon, the darkness of night and the storm play around us with varied and unforeseen succession through all our course. God ever lives. His word of promise is more immutable than h is own great mountains. The mountains shall depart and the h ills shall be removed, but his kindness shall not depart, neither shall the covenant of his peace be removed from the heart that turns to him with the longings of love and the constancy of faith. And if we ever gain a complete mastery over temptation, if we ever succeed in casting out all fear and trouble and anxiety from oour hearts, if we ever find sacred and satisfying rest to our souls, it will be only when we learn to look upward to God for guidance and help with as much constancy as the rock-hewn face of Franconia looks to the clouds and the skyh.
I have stood on the top of the high mountain when the sun was up in heaven filling the world with his glorious light. As I gazed around and beneath, I saw clouds ridged and rolling like the billows of the sea. I saw them far off and far beneath, advancing toward the rocky height on w hich I stood. In the distance they seemed like mighty masses of parian marble, white as the drifted snow in the noonday sun. It was a delight to watch their ever-changing beauty as they sailed upon the viewless air. The play of imagination easily transformed them into the white thrones of the cherubim; then again they seemed like the streaming banners of the armies of heaven; and now, behold chariots of fire and horses of fire advancing with such resistless might as to sweep away the summits of the eternal hills in their march.
By and by they approached and smote the sides of the mountain far beneath, and then rolled upward swiftly, silently till they reached the summit and shut out the light of the sun with their shadow. And then the bright forms, which seemed so mighty and glorious in the distance, proved to be nothing but a driving, darkening mist, a mere mass of shapeless vapor, disfiguring everything with its touch, and leaving no trace of beauty for the eye to rest upon while it went sweeping byl. But in a moment the mist was gone. Again the sun shone clear and bright upon the bald mountain . Again I could see the cloud as it rolled down the rugged steep till the air was of sufficient density to bear iots weight. Then, again, it put on the shape and h ues of glorious beauty, and sailed away in serene and gentile majesty upon the wings of the wind.
And I said aloud in the solitude, This is a picture of human life. So do all the forms of temptation appear, facinating in the distance and worthless in possession. When the tempter allures from afar, we see an angel form and his voice sounmds like the music of heaven. But when he comes near, and we give him our hand, we feel the clutch of the demon and we hear a voice that mocks at our misery. The rewards of worldly ambition and the indulgences of worldly pleasure seem so precious and beautiful when seen afar that we cannot wait to make them our own. but when they come near and we grasp at the tempting prize, we fill our hand with the mist, and we draw it back to our bosom wet with the chill of death. When the gilded shadow which dazzled our vision and awakened our hope, has come near and proved to be only “such stuff as dreams are made of,” then it passes away, and often in the distance it seems again as brilliant and alluring as before. If we would not spend our life in the chase of pantoms that “lead to bewilder and dazzle to blind,” we must turn our yearning hearts to Him who is the same yesterday, to-day and for ever. We must climb so high upon the mount of faith that the clouds of doubt and fear will never darken our minds or deceive our hearts.
The righteousness of god is like the great mountains in supplying sources of life, health and subsistence to dependent millions. The range of mountains which covers vast portions of a continent with barren rocks and eternal snows is a storehouse of riches and fertility for all the plains. It is the c hief things of the ancient mountains and the precious things of the lasting hills that fill the treasuries of nations, and send the blessing of health into the habitations of millions. Level the Andes with the basin of the Amazon, and South America would become a desert. Erase the Alps from the map of Europe, and the banks of the Rhone and the Po would be smitten with worse desolation than plague or war. The cold and barren mountains alone save the Valley of the Mississippi from becoming a Sahara. If the high lands of Ethiopia should sink to the level of the plain, it would dry up the fountains of the Nile, and inflict worse plagues upon Egypt than the ten sent upon Pharaoh.
The mountains supply sources for the mighty river, which lays a highway for nations, and lends fertility to the soil and beauty to the landscape wherever it flows. The mountains condense clouds from the humid air, and pour them down in refreshing rain upon the parched fields and the pastured hills. The cold mountains produce varying currents in the atmosphere, and send down from their snowy heights bracing winds to sweep away the malaria of the marsh and the infection of the crowded city. The mountains yield up from their deep treasuries precious gems that flame in the coronet of kings, and gold that commands the fabrics of every art and the productions. of every clime. the mountaiins catch the first rays of the sun in his rising, and they gladden in his parting. They smoke with clouds of incense, and they flame with perpetual altar-fires, as if appointed to offer the morning and evening sacrifices of a grateful world to the King of heaven. The mountains, cold and barren themselves, and looking down in serene and awful majesty upon the subject earth, supply life and warmth to all that live.
So the great righteousness of God may seem cold and stern, forbidding the pleasures and frowning upon the simplest joys of life. There are many who see in a just God nothing but a cold and impassive Intelligence-a supreme and unsympathizing Sovereign, whose arbitrary wilol is his only reason, and whose infinite power is his only title to universal dominion. And yet the Divine righteousness is the u nfailing foundtin from whjich all holy beings derive their life, their peace and their joy. The just God is the Saviour. The high and lofty One dwells with the lowly. The eyes that cannot look upon sin are full of tenderness and pity for the sinner. There would be nothing in the universe worth living for if we could not believe in the infinite and everlasting rectitude of Him who holds in h is hand the life of every living thing and the sould of all mankind. The righteousness of God alone can sweep through the dark places of his dominion, which have been infected by the foul malaria of sin, and purge away the ravaging plague with its cleansing fires. The great righteousness of God alone can save his boundless kingdom from the triumlphant reign of infinite wrong and endless despair. God’s great righteousness alone can clothe the redeemed soul in garments of immortal beauty. It can raise up the penitent annd lowly children of men to hold equal rank with the thrones and powers of heaven.
The mountains suggest with terrible significance the greatness of the power which the Supreme Sovereign can bring into exercise for the maintenance of his authority in the world. The mountains are only the frozen waves of a world of fire. They were heaved up of old by some stormy convulsion, which ceased at the Omnific word and left its stiffened billows still on high. Those subterranean fires are stiol burning. Not all the waters of the great ocean can put them out. The earthquake heavens and rocks the seated hills and the solid ground of a whole continent to remind us that we are walking every day upon the cracking crust of a sea of fire-we are sleeping every night upon the thin surface of the burning deep. The volcano shoots its lurid flame into the heavens to tell us that the mighty furnace beneath is always kindled and waiting for the Omnific word to wrap the whole earth in devouring fire.
And it is to the shelter of this great power that the weak and the unworthy are invited to flee for protection. In this respect also the gtreat mountains are fit representatives of the great righteousness of God. When the avenging fires were ready to overwhelm the Cities of the Plain, angel messengers warned the one righteous family to escape to the mountains. In all time the hills and the high places of the earth have been the refuge of the persecuted and the sanctuary of the oppressed. For a thousand years the unconquered Waldenses defied the armies of kings and emperors with their songs of thanksgiving to the Maker of the mountains amid the solitudes of the Alps. They sang upon their rocky heights in sight of their enemies, and all the legions of Rome had not the poower to silence their hymns of lofty cheer:
“For the strength of the hills we bless thee,
Our God, our fathers’ God!
Thou hast made thy children mighty
By the touch of the mountain sod.
Thou hast fixed oour ark of refuge,
Where the spoiler’s foot ne’er trod;
For the strength of the hills we bless thee,
Our God, our fathers’ God!

The banner of the chieftain
Far, far below us waves;
The war-horse of the spearman
Cannot reach our lofty caves;
Thy dark clouds warp the threshold
Of freedom’s last abode;
For the strength of the hills we bless thee,
Our God, our fathers’ God!

“For the dark, resounding heavens,
Where thy still small voice is heard;
For the strong pines of the forests,
That by thy breath are stirred;
For the storms on whose free pinions
thy Spirit walks abroad;
For the strength of the hills we bless thee,
Our God, our father’s God!

For the shadow of thy presence
Round our camp of rock outspread;
For the stern defiles of battle,
Bearing record of our dead;
For the snaos and for the torrents,
For the free heart’s burial-sod;
For the strength of the hills we bless thee,
Our God, our fathers’ God!

A ll the deep places of the earth and fastnesses of the mountains are in God’s hand, and the strength of the hills is his also. He is himself the Rock of Ages-a refuge from every peril, a hiding-place from every storm. The infinite and awful righteousness which he makes the habitation of his throne is pledged by immutable covenant to receive all who seek his aid. This is the great mystery and glory of divine revelation, that sinners find their sure defence in the unchanging righteousness of Him against whom they have committed all their sin. It will be the great wonder in heaven that millions are there who were once enemies of God, and He that sitteth ujpon the throne calls them brethren. And the desires of the Infinite Love will be satisfied only when the mountains bring peace to all souls, and the hills rejoice at the universal reign of righteousness.
From one of the old books I collected: Our Fathers House, or
The Unwritten Word by Rev. Daniel March, D.D., Ziegler and McCurdy 1871

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