ABSTRACT
The 107th Psalm, the special Psalm for this Festival, is essentially a Psalm of hope. These and these wondrous things God has done in bygone days; He will assuredly do them in the days to come. Hope—it is the lesson of this great Festival, with its story of a people going forth from bondage, their hearts alight with the radiant dreams of the free. Hope is the most precious of God’s gifts to men. By hope we live; bereft of it we die. Rightly the old Greek fable tells how, when all else had escaped from Pandora’s box, Hope clung to it. Poor, sorely tried mortals as we are, living forever “in darkness and in the shadow of death,” in sight of life’s eternal tragedy, “our joys three parts pain,” our laughter fringed with tears, to us Hope still calls with its cheering note.
