Then we come to the third section, the praise to the King about His children. Verse 16: “Instead of thy fathers shall be thy children, whom thou mayest make princes in all the earth.” On one hand we are the daughters and we are the virgins, but on the other hand we are the princes, the children of Christ, who will rule the earth under Christ. In that day the earth in a practical way will be possessed to the uttermost by the King through all His princes. Then all the earth, all the saints, and the entire universe will say, “O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is Thy name in all the earth!”
Verse 17: “I will make thy name to be remembered in all generations: therefore shall the people praise thee for ever and ever.” How could Christ be on earth with all the people praising Him forever and ever? Through the princes, through His children, through us. To satisfy Him we are the virgins, the kings’ daughters. To rule for Him we are the princes.
I believe that this Psalm, Psalm 45, is the richest Psalm concerning Christ. No human mind could compose such a Psalm; it is far beyond human mentality. In such a short Psalm of only seventeen verses, how many points, how many aspects, how many items there are, all from which we may compose our praises to Christ. How much we have with which to bubble over! May the Lord bring us more deeply into all these things, and may we exercise our spirit to compose and use our tongue as a pen to write praises touching Christ, the church, and all the saints.
Our hearts are overflowing
To speak a goodly thing—
To tell what we’ve experienced
Of our exalted King.
Our tongues as pens are ready,
We’ve volumes here to “write”—
The glories of our Bridegroom,
Our Lord and our delight.
Lord Jesus, Thou art fairer
Than all the sons of men;
Thy goodness is transcendent—
Hallelujah! Amen!
Upon Thy lips most holy
Abundant grace is poured;
Forever God has blessed Thee,
Our gracious, glorious Lord!
Thou art the mighty warrior
Who rides to victory;
In Thy majestic glory
Ride on triumphantly!
The peoples fall beneath Thee—
The conquering One Thou art.
Thine arrows in their sharpness
Have entered Satan’s heart!
Thy throne, O God, forever
And ever shall endure;
The scepter of Thy kingdom
Upon the earth is sure.
’Tis with the oil of gladness
God has anointed Thee
Above all Thy companions—
How worthy there to be!
Of aloes, myrrh, and cassia
Do all Thy garments smell:
Thy death and resurrection
Do all Thy deeds forthtell.
Out of the local churches
Shall praises make Thee glad,
And praises upon praises
Thy joyful saints shall add.
The queen in gold of Ophir
At Thy right hand doth stand;
Kings’ daughters are the women
Who fill Thy honored band.
The church in all her glory
Shall match her glorious King,
And all the saints, the women,
Thy likeness there shall bring.
O daughter, now consider,
E’en now incline thine ear:
Remember not thy people
And all thine own things here.
Thy beauty then shall blossom—
’Twill be the King’s desire;
For He thy worthy Lord is,
Thy worship to inspire.
The daughter’s glorious garments
Are made of inwrought gold—
Within the inner palace,
How wondrous to behold!
The glory of God’s nature
Is given her to wear,
That all His holy being
She may in life declare.
In clothing too embroidered
She’ll to the King be led,
In that fine linen garment
To be exhibited.
’Tis by the Spirit’s stitching
That Christ in us is wrought,
And with this glorious garment
We’ll to the King be brought.
What gladness and rejoicing
When we the King shall see!
We’ll shout His worthy praises
Through all eternity.
And though the King we worship
Or glory in the Queen,
In all this blest enjoyment
The glory goes to Him.
(Tune: From Greenland’s Icy Mountains, Hymns #915)