The mountains and the hills shall
break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap
their hands. (Isaiah 55:12)
When sin is pardoned, our greatest sorrow is ended, and our
truest pleasure begins. Such is the joy which the Lord bestows upon His
reconciled ones, that it overflows and fills all nature with delight. The
material world has latent music in it, and a renewed heart knows how to bring
it out and make it vocal. Creation is the organ, and a gracious man finds out
its keys, lays his hand thereon, and wakes the whole system of the universe to
the harmony of praise. Mountains and hills, and other great objects, are, as it
were, the bass of the chorus; while the trees of the wood, and all things that
have life, take up the air of the melodious song.
When God's Word is made to prosper among us and souls are
saved, then everything seems full of song. When we hear the confessions of
young believers and the testimonies of well-instructed saints, we are made so
happy that we must praise the Lord, and then it seems as if rocks and hills and
woods and fields echo our joy-notes and turn the world into an orchestra. Lord,
on this happy May Day, lead me out into thy tuneful world as rich in praise as
a lark in full song.
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