Psalm 137
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By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.


Psalm 137:4


Let us ask this question and ponder the answer to it in reference to our own poor efforts to awaken heart and voice to the utterance of the Lord's song, whether of sadness or joy, in the services of the Lord's house on the Lord's Day.

I. Consider the difficulty of singing the Lord's song in a strange land. Difficult as I find it to pray, difficult to confess sin, difficult to ask for grace, it is still more difficult, I find, to praise, to perform that highest, that most unselfish, that most self-forgetting, of all offices of devotion which is the telling forth, in the hearing of others, in the presence, we believe, of the communion of saints, dead as well as living, what God is, in act and in counsel, in power, wisdom, and love. (1) The very life which we live here in the body is a life of sight and sense. The world of our common life is a strange land as regards the realisation of God, and consequently the work of praise. Naturally we walk by sight, and to sing the Lord's song is possible only to faith. (2) Again, the feelings of the present life are often adverse to praise. The exiles in Babylon could not sing because they were in heaviness. In the common meaning of the words, the distressed and sorrowful cannot sing the Lord's song. A body of flesh, a sense of unhappiness, a burden of sin, would stop the voice of praise anywhere in any one. The land itself, so to say, is strange to it.

II. But there is a land, could we but reach it, where praise is, as it were, indigenous. In heaven praise is the universal tongue. It takes a lifetime to make heaven our own land. How many things go to this, what a multitude of tears and sorrows, of falls and risings again, of resolutions and repentances, of prayers and watchings, of communions and communings with the Unseen! If heaven is to be our land, it must be by our knowing God—God in Christ. We can never sing the Lord's song even here below intelligently or spiritually until we know the Lord. Life itself is only just long enough to educate us for God's eternal praise.

C. J. Vaughan, Last Words at Doncaster.

References: Psalm 137:4.—T. Arnold, Sermons, vol. iv., p. 221; F. E. Paget, Sermons for Special Occasions, p. 193; H. P. Liddon, Christian World Pulpit, vol. xx., p. 129. Psalm 137:5.—J. Percival, Some Helps for School Life, p. 254; T. W. Gittens, Thursday Penny Pulpit, vol. xvi., p. 197. Psalm 137:9.—Clergyman's Magazine, vol. xvii., p. 345. Psalm 137—J. Hammond, Expositor, 1st scries, vol. iv., p. 232. Psalm 138:1.—J. Keble, Sermons on Various Occasions, p. 72. Psalm 138:1-3.—Spurgeon, My Sermon Notes: Genesis to Proverbs, p. 166. Psalm 138:5.—Ibid., Morning by Morning, p. 32. Psalm 138:6.—Clergyman's Magazine, vol. iii., p. 82. Psalm 138:7.—Ibid., vol. x., p. 147.

We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.
For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
How shall we sing the LORD'S song in a strange land?
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.
If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.
Remember, O LORD, the children of Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said, Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.
O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; happy shall he be, that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us.
Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.
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