Mark the form of the promise. God doesn't say, "And when you shall look upon the bow, and you shall remember my covenant, then I won't destroy the earth," but it's gloriously put, not upon our memory, which is fickle and frail, but upon God's memory, which is infinite and immutable. "The bow shall be in the cloud; and I'll look upon it, that I may remember the everlasting covenant." Oh! it isn't my remembering God, it's God's remembering me which is the ground of my safety; it isn't my laying hold of his covenant, but his covenant's laying hold on me.

Glory be to God! the whole of the bulwarks of salvation are secured by divine power, and even the minor towers, which we may imagine might have been left to man, are guarded by almighty strength. Even the remembrance of the covenant isn't left to our memories, for we might forget, but our Lord can't forget the believers whom he has graven on the palms of his hands. It's with us as with Israel in Egypt.

The blood was upon the lintel and the two side-posts, but the Lord didn't say, "When you see the blood I'll pass over you," but "When I see the blood I'll pass over you." My looking to Jesus brings me joy and peace, but it's God's looking to Jesus which secures my salvation and that of all his elect, since it's impossible for our God to look at Christ, our bleeding Surety, and then to be angry with us for sins already punished in him. No, it isn't left with us even to be saved by remembering the covenant. There's no linsey-wolsey here—not a single thread of the creature mars the fabric. It isn't of man, neither by man, but of the Lord alone. We should remember the covenant, and we shall do it, through God's grace; but the hinge of our safety doesn't hang there—it's God's remembering us, not our remembering him; and so the covenant is an everlasting covenant.