May 29, 2017

O for a Thousand Tongues

Do you have a heart that praises God? Stop and think about it.

When was the last time that you took a moment to stop and praise Him for something? Not even for some huge thing that happened to you, but for a little thing? Like a day without a snowstorm, or a commute without incident, or a grocery trip where everything you needed was in stock?

We who are saved by the blood of Christ ought to be joyful and thankful. We ought to be continually praising Him for His marvelous salvation, His incomprehensible mercy and grace, His overwhelming love. Even as Scripture commands us to “pray without ceasing,” it also commands us to “rejoice evermore.” Those verses are not telling us to walk around always speaking words of prayer, heads bowed and eyes closed, waving our hands in praise to God. No, it is more that we are to always have the spirit of prayer and praise, always have those things foremost in our hearts and minds. They are to become interwoven in our lives, an intrinsic part of our character. When people describe us to others, those ought to be the things that are always mentioned: a man of prayer or a joyful woman.

With that in mind, take a moment to read through these words by Charles Wesley. They’re probably familiar to you; but really focus on their message. And make it your prayer. Make it your own praise to God.

O for a thousand tongues to sing my great Redeemer’s praise,
The glories of my God and King, the triumphs of His grace!

My gracious Master and my God, assist me to proclaim,
To spread through all the earth abroad the honors of Thy name.

Jesus! the name that charms our fears, that bids our sorrows cease;
’Tis music in the sinner’s ears, ’tis life, and health, and peace.

He breaks the power of canceled sin, He sets the prisoner free;
His blood can make the foulest clean, His blood availed for me.

He speaks, and, listening to His voice, new life the dead receive,
The mournful, broken hearts rejoice, the humble poor believe.

Hear Him, ye deaf; His praise, ye dumb, your loosened tongues employ;
Ye blind, behold your Savior come, and leap, ye lame, for joy.

Glory to God, and praise and love be ever, ever given,
By saints below and saints above, the church in earth and heaven.

(Excerpt from O for a Thousand Tongues to Sing, Charles Wesley)