16. But I will sing of thy power. The
wicked howl, but I sing. Their power is weakness, but thine is omnipotence; I
see them vanquished and thy power victorious, and forever will I sing of thee. Yea, I will sing aloud of thy mercy in the morning. When those lovers of
darkness find their game is up, and their midnight howlings die away, then will
I lift up my voice on high and praise the lovingkindness of God without fear of
being disturbed. What a blessed morning will soon break for the righteous, and
what a song will be theirs! Sons of the morning, you may sigh tonight, but joy
will come on the wings of the rising sun. The morning is coming, and your sun
will go no more down forever. For thou hast been my defense. The song is
for God alone, and it is one which none can sing but those who have experienced
the lovingkindness of their God. Looking back upon a past all full of mercy,
the saints will bless the Lord with their whole hearts, and triumph in him as
the high place of their security. And refuge in the day of my trouble.
The greater our present trials the louder will our future songs be, and the
more intense our joyful gratitude. Had we no day of trouble, where were our
season of retrospective thanksgiving?
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