Let every thing that hath breath praise the LORD. Praise ye the LORD. – Psalm 150:6

Beloved, be it noticed about the saints’ music that it always seems very poor to them. They feel that they must break out. There are some of David’s Psalms in which in the Hebrew the words are very much disconnected and broken, as though the poet had strained himself beyond the power of language; and how constantly do you find him calling upon others to help him praise God-not only to other saints, but as if he felt there were not enough of saints, he calls on all creatures that have breath to praise God. How frequently do you find holy men invoking the dwellers above the skies, and earth, and air, and sea, to help them lift high the praise of God, and, as if they were not content with all animated beings, you will hear them bidding the trees of the wood break out and clap their hands, while they invite the sea to roar and the fullness thereof to magnify the Most High. Devout minds feel as though the whole creation were like a great organ with ten thousand times ten thousand pipes, and we little men, who have God within us, come and put our little hands to the keys and make the whole universe echo with thunders of praise to the Most High, for man is the world’s priest, and the man that is blood-washed makes the whole earth his tabernacle and his temple, and in that temple doth every one speak of God’s glory. He lights up the stars like lamps to burn before the throne of the Most High, and bids all creatures here below become servants in the temple of the infinite majesty. Oh! brethren, may God give us to feel in this state of mind and, though we should think our praises are like to break down and feel how mean they are, compared with the majesty of Jehovah and His boundless love, yet shall we have praised Him acceptably.~ C.H. Spurgeon

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