8. Awake up, my glory. Let the noblest powers of
my nature bestir themselves: the intellect which conceives thought, the tongue
which expresses it, and the inspired imagination which beautifies it—let all be
on the alert now that the hour for praise has come. Awake, psaltery and harp. Let all the music with which I am familiar be well attuned for the
hallowed service of praise. I myself will awake early. No sleepy verses
and weary notes shall be heard from me; I will thoroughly arouse myself for
this high employ. When we are at our best we fall far short of the Lord’s
deserts; let us, therefore, make sure that what we bring him is our best. Three
times the psalmist calls upon himself to awake. The engagement is too
honorable, too needful to be left undone or ill done for want of arousing
ourselves.
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