Make a joyful noise to the LORD, all the earth! Serve the LORD with gladness! Come into his presence with singing! Psalm 100:1-2
An early printing of Luther’s hymn A Mighty Fortress Is Our God (Ein feste Burg ist unser Gott) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
God calls all men everywhere to “make a joyful noise.” The LORD is God, and He sovereignly rules over all the nations. The Psalmist here reminds us of what the response to our Gracious King should be. Gladness and singing!
One of the things that being retired has afforded me is more time in the mornings to read my Bible. Recently, I’ve added singing to my devotions. We have a hymnal on our bookshelf and I am methodically working my way through it, singing the hymns that I know. If I am unsure of a particular melody, reading the words aloud is also a blessing. It’s just the Lord and me and the dog. Thankfully, Boomer hasn’t howled in protest at my singing ability , at least not yet!
Here are some excerpts from some of my favorite hymns:
Praise to the Lord, who o’er all things so wondrously reigneth,
Shelters thee under His wings, yea, so gently sustaineth!
Hast thou not seen
How thy desires e’er have been
Granted in what He ordaineth?
(from Praise to the Lord, the Almighty)
Not the labors of my hands, Can fulfill thy law’s demands;
Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone; Thou must save and Thou alone.
Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked come to Thee for dress, Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly, Wash me, Savior, or I die!
(from Rock of Ages)
When I survey the wondrous cross, On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.
See, from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down;
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
(from When I Survey the Wondrous Cross)
Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art-
Thou my best thought by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.
Riches I need not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine inheritance, now and always;
Thou and Thou only be first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my treasure Thou art!
(from Be Thou My Vision)
My “quiet time” is not so quiet anymore.
By His Grace and for the Gospel,
Terrie van Baarsel