Songs in the Night

Paul and Silas, because of their zeal for God, were stripped, severely beaten, and cast into prison. The jailer, having received strict orders to keep close watch on them, put them into the inner cell, and fastened their feet in the stocks. But, thank God, this did not quench their evangelistic spirits, for "At midnight Paul and Silas prayed, and sang praises unto God, and the prisoners heard them" (Acts 16:25). Indeed, my reader, not only the prisoners heard these two late-hour worshippers, but God our Maker, "Who giveth songs in the night" also heard them.

" And suddenly there was a great earthquake, so that the foundations of the prison were shaken. And immediately all the doors were opened, and every one's bands were loosed. And the keeper of the prison awaking out of his sleep, and seeing the prison doors open, he drew out his sword, and would have killed himself, supposing that the prisoners had been fled. But Paul cried with a loud voice, saying, Do thyself no harm, for we are all here. Then he called for a light, and sprang in, and came trembling, and fell down before Paul and Silas, and brought them out, and said, Sirs, what must I do to be saved? And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house. And they spake unto him the word of the Lord, and to all that were in his house. And he took them the same hour of the night, and washed their stripes, and was baptized, he and all his, straightway. And when he had brought them into his house, he set meat before them, and rejoiced, believing in God with all his house" (Acts 16:26-34).

This was something new to the jailer, especially at such a late hour - prisoners praying and singing. Perhaps the other prisoners, at first, thought Paul and Silas were fools. "Is it a new kind of religion?" doubtless they asked. In any case, it changed the spirit of the prison.

Life itself often seems to be a prison, burdens and trials cutting our hearts until we cry for peace and mercy. Is it not possible for us to find, through prayer, a song we can sing in this midnight hour of sin and sorrow? Surely, if we obey God, it will be as the Psalmist said, "The Lord will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song will be with me" (Ps.42:8).

It was a song from the Lord in the hearts of Paul and Silas that caused the jailer and those in his house to walk out of the darkness of sin into the light of life. Now, what about your song, my Reader? Do you have one? One that you can sing, and feel the glory of God as it springs up within you, and lights from time to time the dark cells of distress and perplexity that so often overtake us? Or, are you like the Psalmist, when he said, "In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord. My sore ran in the night, and ceased not. My soul refused to be comforted. I remembered God, and was troubled. I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Thou holdest mine eyes waking. I am so troubled that I cannot speak. I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times. I call to remembrance my song in the night. I commune with mine own heart, and my spirit made diligent search. Will the Lord cast off forever? And will he be favorable no more? Is his mercy clean gone for ever? Doth his promise fail for evermore? Hath God forgotten to be gracious? Hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies?"

No, beloved, God hasn't forgotten to be gracious. He still loves you, even if you have lost your song in the night. I know what it means to lose this heavenly tune - "singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord." I went a long time once when "my song in the night" was only a memory. And, as the Psalmist said, "I remembered God, and was troubled. I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed." But, thank God, I did as the Psalmist did, "In the day of my trouble [I was seriously sick] I sought the Lord." Yes, Reader , "I considered the days of old, the years of ancient times." In other words, the early years of my ministry. Indeed, I called "to remembrance my song in the night." I communed "with mine own heart, and my spirit made diligent search." Consequently, the joy of my salvation was restored; and, today, I have an established testimony, a testimony that God can and will "renew a right spirit within" anyone who will pay the price.

As we look about us today and see so many Spirit baptized believers who have lost their song of victory, our mind runs back to the days of Job, when he saw the transgressions of God's people being multiplied, and yet they would not repent. As Job states it, "But none saith, Where is God my Maker, Who giveth songs in the night?" (Job.35:10).

Do not despair, my friend, if you stumble along the way. No failure need be final except the failure to repent and begin anew. For "If our hearts condemn us, he is greater than our hearts" (1Jn.3:20). And if our hearts rejoice, he is able to make us "Rejoice always".

Child of God, "keep thy heart with all diligence" and keep your "songs in the night". If you can do this, I am sure that when the midnight cry is made, "Behold the Bridegroom! Go ye out to meet him!", you will be able to respond, "At midnight I will rise to give thanks unto thee because of thy righteous judgments" (Ps.119:62). Until that day, may God bless and keep you, and may you ever retain your comforting song in the night.


Gone Home

I stood beside the bed of my dear Mother,
And sadly watched her take her final breath.
"She's gone", I told myself in silent whisper,
As now I viewed the body she had left.

Chorus:
Gone home, gone home to be with Jesus,
Gone home, gone home to mansions in the sky,
Gone home, gone home from sickness and all suffering,
Gone home, gone home, my precious Mother, bye.

For days and weeks we knew she was to leave us.
Her time on earth was long and overdue.
She heard the call for meeting time in heaven,
And now she's there with baby sister, too.

Chorus:
Gone home, gone home to be with Jesus,
Gone home, gone home to mansions in the sky,
Gone home, gone home from sickness and all suffering,
Gone home, gone home, my precious Mother, bye.

I used to hear her tell me in the evening,
"Son, please don't stay so long from mom tonight.
How short the time will be when I must leave you."
O Mother, now I know that you were right.

Chorus:
Gone home, gone home to be with Jesus,
Gone home, gone home to mansions in the sky,
Gone home, gone home from sickness and all suffering,
Gone home, gone home, my precious Mother, bye.

In dreams I see my Mother beckon for me,
As evening shadows slowly o'er me grow.
I know it won't be long before I see her
In mansions where the breezes softly blow.

Chorus:
Gone home, gone home to be with Jesus,
Gone home, gone home to mansions in the sky,
Gone home, gone home from sickness and all suffering,
Gone home, gone home, my precious Mother, bye.

I know she's resting with the peaceful angels.
She told me so before she went away.
It was so hard to see them take her from us,
But soon we'll meet her there with them to stay.

Chorus:
Gone home, gone home to be with Jesus,
Gone home, gone home to mansions in the sky,
Gone home, gone home from sickness and all suffering,
Gone home, gone home, my precious Mother, bye.


If you are a soul that has drifted
Away in the sin of despair,
Someone is waiting to help you,
And share all your burdens of care.
What hinders your coming to Jesus
And giving up this world of woe?
Your heart would be filled then with gladness;
Your spirit His blessings may know.

If you are a soul that has drifted -
Dear as a dream you recall
The time when your life was delivered.
The dew of remembrance now falls!
The touch of His power and Spirit,
The sound of His voice soft and low,
Still clings to the heart that was broken
And given to you long ago.

If you are a soul that has drifted,
In sorrow and sin why delight?
O why not come back to the Savior,
And walk in the way that is right?
You cannot find pleasure in living,
If Jesus is not in your life.
It's sorrow and trouble to haunt you,
And death at the end of the night.

If you are a soul that has drifted
Away from the way that is right,
Someone is waiting to help you,
And turn all your darkness to light.
What fragrance sweeter or dearer
Could hide in the breath of a flower,
Than this One so sinless and faithful?
Recalls to us one golden hour.

If you are a soul that has drifted,
When you are dead in your grave,
When ever your head's lying lowly,
In sorrow your spirit will wave.
O take no more thought for tomorrow.
Today hear His voice, if you will.
If you are a soul that has drifted,
Remember He's loving you still.

 

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