For you, God, have tested us. You have refined us, as silver is refined.
God proved His Israel with sore trials, and every saint must go to the proving house. God had one Son without sin, but never a son without trial; why complain of what flows to the whole family? The dross burns away and pure ore is discovered. Submit to trial with abounding resignation, for your mouth will sing all the sweeter when purified by bitter draughts.
AI summary
The Lord puts His people into the furnace of affliction, sitting as refiner and purifier. Afflictions try their graces, refine them to brightness, remove their dross, and prove them to be good silver and His peculiar treasure. They are of God for their good, not their hurt, in love, not in wrath.
AI summary
Out of severe trials, God had brought them to safety (compare Isa 48:10; Pe1 1:7).