And these are the singers . . . they were employed in that work day and night.
1 Chronicles 9:33
"Well was it so ordered in the temple that the sacred chant never ceased: for evermore did the singers praise the Lord, whose mercy endureth for ever.
God's praise is constant in heaven, which is to be thy final dwelling-place, learn thou to practise the eternal hallelujah.
Around the earth as the sun scatters his light, his beams awaken
grateful believers to tune their morning hymn, so that by the priesthood of the saints perpetual praise is kept up at all hours, they swathe our globe in a mantle of thanksgiving, and girdle it with a golden belt of song.
grateful believers to tune their morning hymn, so that by the priesthood of the saints perpetual praise is kept up at all hours, they swathe our globe in a mantle of thanksgiving, and girdle it with a golden belt of song.
Can we not weave a song out of our present joys, or our past deliverances, or our future hopes? Earth yields her summer fruits: By the love of Jesus, let us be stirred up to close the day with a psalm of sanctified gladness."
Charles Spurgeon