Awake, awake, Deborah; Awake, awake, sing a song! Arise,
Barak, and take away your captives, O son of Abinoam {Jdgs.
5:12 NASB}.
Many of the saints of God are as mournful as if they were
captives in Babylon, for their lives are spent in tears and sighing. They will
not chant the joyous psalms of praise. If anyone requires of them a song, they
reply, “How can we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?” However, we are not
captives in Babylon. We do not sit down to weep at Bable’s streams. The Lord
has broken our captivity. He has bought us up out of our house of bondage. He has
brought us up out of our house of bondage. We are free men, not slaves. We have
not been sold into the hand of cruel taskmasters, but “we which have believed
do enter into rest” {Heb.
4:3} {pg. 7}.
We are not captives, sold under sin. We are a people who ‘sit
every man under his vine and his fig tree, and none shall make us afraid’ {Mic.
4:4 NASB}. “We dwell in a strong city; salvation will God appoint for walls
and bulwarks” {Is.
26:1 NASB}. Babylon’s mourning is not suitable in Zion, which is “beautiful
for situation, the joy of the whole earth…the city of the Great King” {Ps.
48:2 NASB}, “Let us serve the Lord with gladness; come before His presence
with singing {Ps. 100:2
NASB} {pg.8}.
If God were a faithless God; If Christ were not a perfect Redeemer,
if the Word of God might after all turn out to be untrue. If He had not the
power to keep His people, and if had not love enough with which to hold them
even to the end, then might they give way to mourning and to despair. Then
might they cover ther heads with ashes and wrap their loins with sackcloth. But
while God is just and true, while His promises stand as fast as the eternal
mountains, while the arm of God is unpalsied, and His eye undimmed, while His
covenant and His oath are unbroken and unchanged, then it is not proper or
fitting for the upright to go mourning all their days. You Children of God,
refrain from weeping and make a joyful noise unto the Rock of you salvation.
Let us come
before His presence with thanksgiving, expressing our
gladness in Him with Psalms {pg.9}.
Your harps, ye trembling saints, Down from the willows take;
Loud to the praise of love Divine
Bid every string awake {Your harps, Ye Trembling Saints: Augustus Toplady (1772)}.
Bid every string awake {Your harps, Ye Trembling Saints: Augustus Toplady (1772)}.
First, I will urge you to stir up all your powers for sacred
praise, to “awake, awake, utter a song.” In the second place, I will persuade
you to practice the sacred leading of your captivity captive. “Arise Barak, and
lead thy captivity captive, the son of Abinoam”{ed. note: see also Ps.
68: 18; Eph.4:8}
{pg.9}.
This song is beautiful worship...
Charles Spurgeon, The Joy Of Praising God (New Kensington: Whitaker House, 1995), 7-10.
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