“How precious also are Your thoughts unto me, O God.
How great is the sum of them. If I should
count them, they are more in number than the sand:
when I awake, I am still with You.”
Psalm 139:17, 18
A Sermon by Rev. Charles Haddon Spurgeon, Delivered on November 1, 1883
In the most forcible manner, it shows that God’s eye has always rested upon us and is resting upon us now. We are here made to see that God knew all about us before we were born, that He now reads our most secret thoughts, and that our unspoken words are all known to Him. And I want you to notice that the Psalm is not at all in that mournful strain in which we sometimes speak of the omniscience of God. It is a very solemn thing that God should be everywhere. “You God see me,” is a note of the most serious kind when sounded in the sinner’s ear, but to those who are the people of God, there is nothing melancholy in the thought that God sees us. There is nothing to cause us to despond or to make us feel gloomy in the fact that God compasses our path and our lying down. In fact, in proportion as we are fully reconciled to God and love Him, and rejoice in Him, it will become a cause of joy to reflect that our best Friend is never away from us, that our Protector’s hand is never removed, that the great observant eye of divine love is never closed. 
Now, as God thinks and must think of the whole material universe which He has created, much more does He think of men and most of all of us who are His own chosen people, to whom He stands in a very peculiar relationship as our Father, who has “begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.” God must think of us—the blood would not flow in our veins, nor would the breath make our lungs to heave, nor would our various bodily processes go on without the perpetual exercise of His power. God must think of us especially in all the higher departments of our being, for they would speedily come to nothing apart from His constant care. There would be none of the spirit of prayer if He did not work it in us.

God’s thoughts of us must be very numerous. According to our text, the sum of them is very great—how great, the psalmist does not say. The number of God’s thoughts is so vast that, even if you could count the sand on the seashore, you could not count the thoughts of God concerning you. Oh, how important this makes us poor creatures, when we remember that God thinks of us! I would like you to sit still a minute and think over this wonderful truth. You know that people are very proud if a king has merely looked at them. I have heard of a man who used to boast, all his life, that King George IV—such a beauty as he was!—once spoke to him. He only said, “Get out of the road,” but it was a king who said it, so the man felt greatly gratified thereby.

 But you and I, beloved, can rejoice that God, before whom kings are as grasshoppers, actually thinks of us and thinks of us often. One or two thoughts would not suffice for our many needs—if He only thought of us now and then, what would we do in the meantime? But He thinks of us constantly. He says that He has graven our names upon the palms of His hands, as if to show how continually we are before Him. David said, “I am poor and needy, yet the Lord thinks upon me.” 

And our Savior said to His disciples, “Your Father knows what things you have need of before you ask Him,” proving that He had thought about them and had looked upon them with careful an eye and observed all their necessities. Yes, God does in very deed and of a truth think upon His people, and His thoughts concerning them are very numerous. 

Does God in very deed think of me, from the moment when I wake in the morning and all through the day, till I lock up my heart at night and give Him the key? Does He keep on thinking of me while I lie asleep, unable to think of anything except poor wandering thoughts that come in my dreams? 

If so, blessed be His name that He condescends to do anything of the kind! “How precious are Your thoughts unto me, O God!”



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