When God dwelt alone...
From Spurgeon's, "Sovereignty and Salvation"
If it were within the range of human capacity to conceive
a time when God dwelt alone, without his
should then have one of the grandest and most stupendous
ideas of God.
There was a season when as yet the sun had never run
his race, nor commenced flinging his golden rays across
space, to gladden the earth.
There was an era when no stars sparkled in the firmament,
for there was no sea of azure in which they might float.
There was a time when all that we now behold
of God's great universe was yet unborn,
slumbering within the mind of God,
as yet uncreated and non-existent;
yet there was God, and he was "over all blessed forever."
Though no seraphs hymned his praises, though no strong-
winged cherubs flashed like lightning to do his high decree,
though he was without a retinue--
yet he sat as a king on his throne,
the mighty God,
for ever to be worshipped,
the Dread Supreme,
in solemn silence dwelling by himself in vast immensity,
making the placid clouds his canopy, and the light from his
own countenance forming the brightness of his glory.
God was, and God is.
From the beginning God was God; before worlds had
beginning, he was "from everlasting to everlasting."