“And then, when the day is done and the sheep are snug within the fold, what contentment, what rest under the starry sky! Then comes the thought of deepest repose and comfort: Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,’ as they have through all the wanderings of the day now ended.
“The song dies away as the heart that God has watched and tended breathes this grateful vow before the roaming of the day is forgotten in sleep: ‘I will — not shall, but will; for it is a decision, a settled purpose, a holy vow — I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. And the song ends, and the sheep are at rest, safe in the good shepherd’s fold.”
Do you wonder that ever since that night we have called this psalm The Song of Our Syrian Guest?