“It came even to pass, as the trumpeters and singers were as one, to make one sound to be heard in praising and thanking the Lord...”
What a joyous thing it is to hear the thousands praise God at once; every man contributing to the song; the poor coarse voice belonging to some of us, who never can learn music let us try as much as we will; the flute-like voices of our sisters, the deep resounding mellow bass of the full-developed man; all the different tones, and notes, and voices, perhaps expressive of our different degrees and growths in grace, of our different trials and our different temperaments, all join to swell one common hymn which rolls upward to the throne of God. Every man who refuses to praise God mars the song. Every dumb lip spoils the music. Every silent tongue has a disastrous effect upon the unanimity and oneness of the choir. Let us all praise the Lord. Let all creatures that have breath praise him. Let the heaven of heavens extol him; yea, let the dragons and all deeps howl forth his praise. We can never expect to have God in this house, or in our own houses, or in our own hearts, until we begin to praise him.
From a sermon entitled "Temple Glories," delivered March 31, 1861. Flickr photo by Kevin Grahame; some rights reserved.
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