A Sheep’s Journey Through Psalms -123

Eyes Lifted, Mercy Sought

I lift up my eyes to you, to you who sit enthroned in heaven.” (Psalm 123:1)

Dear friend, come and sit with this short but deeply comforting psalm. Psalm 123 belongs to the collection known as the Songs of Ascents—pilgrim songs sung by God’s people as they made their way up to Jerusalem for worship. The road was often long, dusty, and marked by scorn from those who despised their faith. Yet in the midst of weariness and contempt, these travelers chose to lift their eyes—not to the hills for help, but higher still, to the One enthroned above all.

Seeing as Servants See

The heart of the psalm beats in verse 2:“As the eyes of slaves look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a female slave look to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes look to the Lord our God, till he shows us his mercy.

This is tender, intimate imagery. In an ancient household, a servant did not act independently. Their eyes stayed fixed on the master’s hand—watching for the slightest gesture, the drop of food, the signal to move, the offer of protection. There was dependence, attentiveness, and quiet trust. The servant knew that provision, direction, and kindness came from that hand.

Beloved, this is how the psalmist invites us to relate to our God. He is not a distant tyrant but a Master whose hand is good. We are not slaves in fear, but beloved servants who have learned that our lives are safest and most fruitful when our gaze remains locked on Him. In seasons when circumstances press in—when others mock our convictions, when culture ridicules what we hold sacred, when life simply feels heavy—we are given permission to do one simple, powerful thing: lift our eyes.

The repetition in the psalm is striking: “Have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy on us” (v. 3). The Hebrew word for mercy (chanan) carries the sense of gracious favor shown to someone who cannot claim it as a right. It is the cry of the needy to the Generous One. The pilgrims had “endured no end of contempt” from the arrogant and proud. Their pain was real, prolonged, and personal. Yet they did not answer scorn with scorn. They turned their faces upward.

For Us Today

How relevant this remains. We too walk a pilgrim road. Modern culture can be dismissive or openly hostile toward wholehearted devotion to Christ. Family members may roll their eyes, coworkers may sneer, and our own hearts can grow weary under the weight of it all. In those moments, Psalm 123 gently takes our chin and lifts it: Look higher.

Jesus Himself knew contempt. He was despised and rejected, yet He set His face like flint toward the Father’s will. Now, as our Great High Priest, He understands when we feel small and scorned. He invites us to come boldly to the throne of grace to receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need (Hebrews 4:16).z

Today, practice the discipline of the eyes. When anxiety rises, lift your eyes. When criticism stings, lift your eyes. When you feel unseen or undervalued, lift your eyes to the One who sits enthroned in heaven and who bends down to notice even the lowliest servant.

A Prayer of Response

Gracious Father,
Thank You that we do not have to manufacture our own strength or answer every critic. We lift our eyes to You today. Like servants watching their Master’s hand, we look to You for mercy, for direction, for the next step, and for the quiet assurance of Your presence. Have mercy on us, Lord—have mercy on us. Heal the places where contempt has wounded us. Replace our defensiveness with gentle confidence in You. Teach us to walk through this world with eyes fixed on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith.

In the strong and tender name of Christ our Lord,
Amen.

Go forth today with your eyes lifted. The same God who watched over those ancient pilgrims watches over you. He sees. He cares. And His hand is good.

40 Days of Praise — Day 32

MASTER, THE TEMPEST IS RAGING by Mary Baker

Master, the tempest is raging, the billows are tossing high

The sky is overshadowed with blackness, No shelter of haven is nigh

Carest Thou not that we perish?, How canst Thou lie asleep

When each moment so madly is threatening, A grave in the angry deep?

Master, with anguish of spirit, I bow in my grief today

The depths of my sad heart are troubled, O waken and save, I pray!

Torrents of sin and of anguish, Sweep o’er my sinking soul

And I perish! I perish dear Master, O hasten and take control

Master, the terror is over, the elements sweetly rest

Earth’s sun in the calm lake is mirrored, And heaven’s within my breast

Linger, O blessed Redeemer, Leave me alone no more

And with joy I shall make the blest harbor, And rest on the blissful shore

REFRAIN:

The winds and the waves shall obey Thy will, Peace be still!

Whether the wrath of the storm tossed sea, Or demons or men, or whatever it be

No water can swallow the ship where lies, The Master of ocean and earth and skies

They all shall sweetly obey Thy will, Peace be still! Peace be still!

They all shall sweetly obey Thy will, Peace, peace be still!

               Straight out of the gospels comes this stirring hymn. One can feel the terror of the disciples on their boat at night, being swamped by a massive storm that threatened their lives. They are incredulous that Jesus is sleeping through it all and in fright accuse Him of not caring. How they quaked with fear when He commanded the storm to cease. They were far more afraid of Him than the storm at the conclusion of the story.

               The writer then moves us from physical storms to emotional storms in verse two. There are times when grief threatens to overwhelm our life like waves over a boat. We feel helpless to stop the pain. We have no answers. We spiral downward, into despair, disillusionment and depression. How we even accuse God of not caring for us in those moments. Like Job’s wife, we sometimes want to curse God and die to escape the pain. How wonderful that Jesus can still those storms too. How marvelous that He can bring peace even in the middle of horrible circumstances.

               Then, when the storm passes, as they always do, we see just how awesome He is. We realize what we have learned of Him, that He does care. We learn that we need Him always, that He is mighty to save. It doesn’t matter whether the threat is natural or supernatural. It doesn’t matter if we are battling the elements or ourselves, God is in control and powerful to save. All we need to do is cry out in faith to Him, trusting in His inherent goodness.

Lord, thank You for being a good God. A God who cares. A God who can and does save. Help us to trust in You no matter the circumstances we find ourselves in. You alone are powerful and mighty to save.

Hymn Devotions Day 32 – Master, The Tempest Is Raging

DAY 32 – MASTER, THE TEMPEST IS RAGING

 

Straight out of the gospels comes this stirring hymn. One can feel the terror of the disciples on their boat at night, being swamped by a massive storm that threatened their lives. They are incredulous that Jesus is sleeping through it all and in fright accuse Him of not caring. How they quaked with fear when He commanded the storm to cease. They were far more afraid of Him than the storm at the conclusion of the story.

The writer then moves us from physical storms to emotional storms in verse two. There are times when grief threatens to overwhelm our life like waves over a boat. We feel helpless to stop the pain. We have no answers. We spiral downward, into despair, disillusionment and depression. How we even accuse God of not caring for us in those moments. Like Job’s wife, we sometimes want to curse God and die to escape the pain. How wonderful that Jesus can still those storms too. How marvelous that He can bring peace even in the middle of horrible circumstances.

Then, when the storm passes, as they always do, we see just how awesome He is. We realize what we have learned of Him, that He does care. We learn that we need Him always, that He is mighty to save. It doesn’t matter whether the threat is natural or supernatural. It doesn’t matter if we are battling the elements or ourselves, God is in control and powerful to save. All we need to do is cry out in faith to Him, trusting in His inherent goodness.

 

Lord, thank You for being a good God. A God who cares. A God who can and does save. Help us to trust in You no matter the circumstances we find ourselves in. You alone are powerful and mighty to save.

MASTER, THE TEMPEST IS RAGING – Mary Baker

 

Master, the tempest is raging, the billows are tossing high

The sky is overshadowed with blackness

No shelter of haven is nigh

Carest Thou not that we perish?

How canst Thou lie asleep

When each moment so madly is threatening

A grave in the angry deep?

 

Master, with anguish of spirit, I bow in my grief today

The depths of my sad heart are troubled

O waken and save, I pray!

Torrents of sin and of anguish

Sweep o’er my sinking soul

And I perish! I perish dear Master

O hasten and take control

 

Master, the terror is over, the elements sweetly rest

Earth’s sun in the calm lake is mirrored

And heaven’s within my breast

Linger, O blessed Redeemer

Leave me alone no more

And with joy I shall make the blest harbor

And rest on the blissful shore

 

REFRAIN:

 

The winds and the waves shall obey Thy will, Peace be still!

Whether the wrath of the storm tossed sea

Or demons or men, or whatever it be

No water can swallow the ship where lies

The Master of ocean and earth and skies

They all shall sweetly obey Thy will

Peace be still! Peace be still!

They all shall sweetly obey Thy will

Peace, peace be still!