Charles H. Spurgeon on Psalms 90:1

Our dwelling place. God created the earth for beasts to inhabit, the sea for fishes, the air for fowls, and heaven for angels and stars, so that man hath no place to dwell and abide in but God alone. —Giovanni della Mirandola Pico, 1463-1494.

Verses 1-2. The comfort of the believer against the miseries of this short life is taken from the decree of their election, and the eternal covenant of redemption settled in the purpose and counsel of the blessed Trinity for their behoof, wherein it was agreed before the world was, that the Word to be incarnate, should be the Saviour of the elect: for here the asserting of the eternity of God is with relation to his own chosen people; for Thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations, and thou art God from everlasting to everlasting, is in substance thus much: —Thou art from everlasting to everlasting the same unchangeable God in purpose and affection toward us thy people, and so thou art our God from everlasting, in regard of thy eternal purpose of love, electing us, and in regard of thy appointing redemption for us by the Redeemer. —David Dickson.

Verses 1-2. If man be ephemeral, God is eternal. —James Hamilton.

Verses 1-6.

O Lord, thou art our home, to whom we fly, and so hast always been, from age to age;

Before the hills did intercept the eye,

Or that the frame was up of earthly stage,

One God thou wert, and art, and still shall be;

The line of time, it doth not measure thee.

Both death and life obey thy holy lore,

And visit in their turns as they are sent;

A thousand years with thee they are no more

Than yesterday, which, ere it is, is spent:

Or as a watch by night, that course doth keep,

And goes and comes, unawares to them that sleep.

Thou carriest man away as with a tide:

Then down swim all his thoughts that mounted high;

Much like a mocking dream, that will not bide,

But flies before the sight of waking eye;

Or as the grass, that cannot term obtain,

To see the summer come about again.

At morning, fair it musters on the ground;

At even it is cut down and laid along:

And though it shared were and favour found,

The weather would perform the mower's wrong:

Thus hast thou hanged our life on brittle pins,

To let us know it will not bear our sins. —Francis Bacon.