The lines of my boundary have fallen in pleasant places; surely my inheritance is delightful.
Christ walked the way of obedience into pleasant places, though grief marred His countenance. No man knew sorrow as He did, yet none delighted in service as He did, because none served with such faithfulness and such glory as His reward. The joy set before Him sent beams of splendor down into the very darkness of the cross and made it pleasant to His generous heart.
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The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant [places]; yea, I have a goodly heritage. (e) With which my portion is measured.
The lines measure out Christ's portion among pleasant persons, not mere places. These are the chosen ones given to Him in His Father's purposes, clothed in His righteousness, washed in His blood, adorned with His Spirit's graces. They are His peculiar treasure, His jewels, with which He is greatly delighted and well pleased, far more than men delight in gold, silver, or any earthly wealth.
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