My music minister introduced me to a hymn a few weeks ago by singing it as a special. I'm so glad he did - it's a good one, and I really like it because it talks about songs. Here comes the first verse:
There is never a day so dreary,
There is never a night so long
But the soul that is trusting in Jesus
Will somewhere find a song.
The other verses have the same effect - there is never a situation in which the godsong can't be heard in a Christian's heart. This is a tremendous reality for christians that I'm just beginning to embrace myself. The chorus brings the praise back to Jesus -
Wonderful, wonderful Jesus,
In the heart He implanteth a song:
A song of deliverance, of courage, of strength;
In the heart He implanteth a song.
I like to think of the song as joy, which is part of the fruit of the Spirit. That joy is a token - an intimation of things not seen, but believed. I would not know to sing a song of joy unless someone else were provoking me to do so, and I'm so glad the song is there, reminding me that God is good.
Words: Anna B. Russell. Music: Ernest O. Sellers
