Reading: “How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?”—Psalm 137:4
It seems to be that this strange land is the very place to sing the Lord’s song, though the carnal around understand it not. Shall I hang my harp on the willow, when Jesus is my song, and when He Himself has given me so much cause to sing? Begin the song of redemption—learn it, and let it be sung on earth.
Are you at a loss what to sing? Sing of the Father’s mercy in sending a Saviour. Sing of Jesus’ love in dying for you. Are the redeemed above now singing, “Worthy is the Lamb”? Join in that chorus, and tell that dear Redeemer in the loudest notes, that He was slain, and has redeemed you to God by His blood.
Sing not only of redeeming love, but also of marvelous grace. He that redeemed you has adopted you into His family, made you an heir of God, and a joint heir with Christ. He has undertaken for you in all troubles, under all difficulties, to be with you at all times and all places, until He brings you home to behold His glory. And are these not causes enough to keep the harp always strung, always in tune?
Think, how free was this love of God to you. Surely if a man deserved hell, and found heaven, shall he not sing? If I expected displeasure, and received love, if I was brought low, and one like the Son of Man helped me, shall I not say, as one of old did, “He brought me out of the horrible pit, and out of the miry clay; he hath put a new song into my mouth, even thanksgiving to our God?” If I think of the greatness of the mercy, of the riches of the mercy, of the sweetness of the mercy, of the all-sufficiency of the mercy, of the sureness and firmness, and everlasting nature and efficacy of the mercy—can I refrain from singing? No, blessed, blessed Jesus! I will sing and not be afraid; “for the Lord Jehovah is my strength and my song.”