Awake, my glory! Awake, O harp and lyre! I will awaken the dawn.Wake up, my glory! Wake up, lute and harp! I will wake up the dawn.Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake early.Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and harp: I myself will awake right early.
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… David came to this conclusion and made this confession that despite all that may be coming against me. My heart is fixed. Oh God, my heart is fixed. I want to talk to you this morning for a few moments on the subject of fasting for a fix. Fasting for a fix. David, the scripture said, is in a cave during this time and he's writing and he's reflecting back when Saul, he was running from his life. The scripture said he was fled from Saul. He's hiding in the cave. Notice where he's writing from this particular text. He's not writing from a throne. He's not writing from a sanctuary. He's not writing from a victory parade. He's not writing from a nice studio somewhere in a great city of music, but he is writing from a cave. During this time, you have to understand that David had been anointed, but not yet appointed. He was chosen, but he hadn't been crowned. He was promised a kingdom, but he was having to live like a criminal. He was innocent, yet he was being hunted. He was faithful, yet he had been betrayed. Why? The Bible said because of the jealousy of one man by the name of Saul. It all stemmed back when the script, when, when, when after David had taken down Goliath, the people began to shout, Saul slangs his thousands and David his 10 thousands. Although David was fighting for Saul, led Saul's army against this great giant enemy. …
Further, do not let it be your trouble because it leads to evil to your fellow Christians. They see your mournful face and they are very apt to catch the infection. Some of you remember dear old Mr. Dransfield, our beloved elder who has gone to Heaven. Whenever he used to come into this building, it was like the shining of the sun! On a Lord's-Day morning when he came into the vestry, if it was a heavy, foggy morning, he would say to me, "Well, my dear Pastor, the morning is not very bright, but we can be very happy in our souls even on such a morning as this is. The fog cannot get into our hearts, blessed be God!" And then he would be sure to tell me some cheering thing that had happened during the week—some soul had been converted—or something that would help to gladden us all before we began the service. I have heard of deacons who have always been sure, on the Sabbath morning, to tell the minister any unpleasant thing that had happened during the week—so as to depress his spirit in order that they might feel duly miserable under his ministry during the rest of the morning. Never do that, Brothers and Sisters, but be bright and cheerful for the sake of your fellow Christians. I always think there is quite enough misery in the world without my making any more. There are more than enough wild beasts to howl in this wide wilderness, so I need not do any howling. Let us be among the people of whom it is written, "The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them." As God's great caravan of saints goes traveling through the Sahara of this world, let them make the clarion of holy joy ring out triumphant notes till the desert itself shall "rejoice even with joy and singing." …
II. SOME OF THE OCCASIONS IN WHICH WE MUST SING TO HIS NAME. The first is when our soul first perceives the Infinite Love of Jesus to us, when we receive the pardon of sin, when we enter into the marriage relationship with Christ as our Bridegroom and our Lord. The song becomes the wedding feast. How could it be a marriage without joyfulness? Oh, do you remember, even years ago, do you not remember now that day when you first looked to Him and were lightened, and when your soul clasped His hands, and you and He were one? Other days I have forgotten, but that day I can never forget! Other days have mingled with their fellows, and, like coins which have been in circulation, the image and superscription have departed from them. That day when first I saw the Savior is as fresh and distinct in all its outlines as though it were but yesterday coined in the mint of time! How can I forget it—that first moment when Jesus told me I was His and my Beloved was mine? Were any of you saved last week? Did any of you find Jesus Christ at any of the meetings last week? Have you found Him this morning? Did a blessing come to you this afternoon? Then hallow the occasion, pour out your soul before the Most High! Now, if never before, let your Well-Beloved have your choicest music! "Awake, my glory! Awake, psaltery and harp! I myself will awake right early. I will praise You, for though You were angry with me, Your anger is taken away and You comfort me." Other occasions, however, come after our first day, for with Christ it is not all joy the first few weeks. No, blessed be His name! Sometimes, however, we have our high days and holidays, when the King entertains us at a feast. It is often so with my soul at this Table. Coming to the Communion Supper every Lord's-Day, I don't find it grows stale and flat with me. On the contrary, I think every time I come, I love better than I did before, to commemorate my Lord's sufferings in the breaking of bread! And usually when we do come round the Table, we, who know what it means, feel, "Now will I sing to my Well-Beloved a song." 'Twas well that after supper they sang a hymn. We want some such expression for the sacred joy that rises in our soul at this feast. But not only when the emblems are before us, but when you hear a sermon that feeds your soul—when you read a Chapter and the promises are very precious—when you are in private prayer, and are able to get very near to Jesus, I know your hearts then say, "Now will I sing to my Well-Beloved a song. He has visited me and I will praise Him. He has made my soul like the chariots of Ammi-nadib, and where shall my strength and rapture be spent but at His dear feet, adoring and magnifying His ever blessed name?" Oh, I wish we often had broken through order and decorum, even, to give to our Lord a song! He well deserves it. Let not cold ingratitude freeze our praises on our lips. …