Evening, October 19, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening

“God, my maker, who gives songs in the night.” — Job 35:10

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 plentiful harvest or sends home a loaded vessel. It is easy enough for an Aeolian harp to whisper music when the winds blow–the difficulty arises for music to swell forth when no wind is stirring. It is easy to sing when we can read the notes by daylight; but the skillful sings when there is not a ray of light to read by—one who sings from his heart. No man can make a song in the night by 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 where will I frame a hymn of praise to God? How shall a mortal man make a crown for the Lord where no jewels are? Just let 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 suffering, and how shall I then vocalize God’s high praises, unless he himself gives me the song? No, it is not in man’s power to sing when all is opposing, unless an altar-coal from heaven shall touch his lip. It was a divine song, which Habakkuk sang, when in the night he said,

“Though the fig tree should not blossom

And there be no fruit on the vines,

Though the yield of the olive should fail

And the fields produce no food,

Though the flock should be cut off from the fold

And there be no cattle in the stalls,

Yet I will exult in the Lord,

I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.”

Then, since our Maker gives songs in the night, let us wait upon him for the music. O Chief Musician, let us not remain without song because affliction is upon us, but tune our lips to the melody of thanksgiving.