"God, my maker, who giveth songs in the night." — Job 35:10
By: Charles Spurgeon
Any man can sing in the day. When the cup is full, man draws
inspiration from it. When wealth rolls in abundance around him, any man
can praise the God who gives a plenteous harvest or sends home a loaded
argosy. It is easy enough for an Aeolian harp to whisper music when the
winds blow-the difficulty is for music to swell forth when no wind is
stirring. It is easy to sing when we can read the notes
by daylight; but he is skillful who sings when there is not a ray of
light to read by-who sings from his heart. No man can make a song in the
night of himself; he may attempt it, but he will find that a song in
the night must be divinely inspired. Let all things go well, I can weave
songs, fashioning them wherever I go out of the flowers that grow upon
my path; but put me in a desert, where no green thing grows, and
wherewith shall I frame a hymn of praise to God? How shall a mortal man
make a crown for the Lord where no jewels are? Let but this voice be
clear, and this body full of health, and I can sing God's praise:
silence my tongue, lay me upon the bed of languishing, and how shall I
then chant God's high praises, unless he himself give me the song? No,
it is not in man's power to sing when all is adverse, unless an
altar-coal shall touch his lip. It was a divine song, which Habakkuk
sang, when in the night he said, "Although the fig-tree shall not
blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labor of the olive
shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut
off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: yet I will
rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation." Then, since
our Maker gives songs in the night, let us wait upon him for the music.
O thou chief musician, let us not remain songless because affliction is
upon us, but tune thou our lips to the melody of thanksgiving.
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