Evening, July 31, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening

“Now these are the singers, … they were engaged in their work day and night.” — 1 Chronicles 9:33

Everything was is such good order in the temple that the sacred song never ceased: for constantly the singers praised the Lord, whose mercy endures forever. As mercy did not stop ruling either by day or by night, so neither did music quiet its holy ministry. My heart, there is a lesson pleasantly taught to you in the ceaseless song of Zion’s temple: you too are a constant debtor, and you need to make sure that gratitude, like charity, never fails to flow forth. God’s praise is constant in heaven, which is to be your final dwelling-place, so learn to practice eternal praise. Around the earth as the sun scatters his light, his beams awaken grateful believers to fine-tune their morning hymn, so that by the priesthood of the saints perpetual praise is kept up at all hours; they wrap our globe in a cloak of thanksgiving, and encircle it with a golden belt of song.

The Lord always deserves to be praised for what he is in himself, for his works of creation and provision, for his goodness towards his creatures, and especially for the transcendent act of redemption, and all the marvelous blessing flowing from it. It is always beneficial to praise the Lord; it cheers the day and brightens the night; it lightens toil and softens sorrow; and more than earthly gladness it sheds a sanctifying radiance which makes it less liable to blind us with its glare. Don’t we have something to sing about at this moment? Can’t we weave a song out of our present joys, or our past deliverances, or our future hopes? Earth yields her summer fruits: the hay is housed, the golden grain invites the sickle, and the sun tarrying long to shine upon a fruitful earth, shortens the interval of darkness that we may lengthen the hours of devout worship. Through the love of Jesus, let us be encouraged to close the day with a psalm of sanctified gladness.