From the moment the birds herald the dawning day, the earth stirs with anticipation. The long night is past. The warmth of the sun cuts through the brisk twilight. The colors of life brighten upon the flowers. All of creation initiates the trill of excitement—a new day has begun.
So it is in our lives, we rise up to golden opportunities and refreshing glows of blessings all around us. It is easy to voice our praise to God during the day. When things are fresh and new, when we are healthy and able, and when we are filled and content, we can sing the tunes of thanksgiving. It’s wonderful when God leads us along through times like these.
“In shady, green pastures, so rich and so sweet, God leads His dear children along; where the water’s cool flow bathes the weary one’s feet, God leads His dear children along.”
This song was written by George Young. As the hymnologist tell us, George was a faithful preacher and his wife an ardent supporter of their ministry together. While they never lived lavishly, they saw the Lord provide. After years of penny-pinching, they saved enough money and resources to build their own home. These were the times of refreshing. Every plank sawed by George’s hand. Every doily and knickknack placed carefully by his wife. The fruit of their labors became a reality.
“Sometimes on the mount where the sun shines so bright, God leads His dear children along; sometimes in the valley, in the darkest of night, God leads His dear children along.”
Almost as abruptly as this verse hinges on a moment, George’s story changed. While he was away preaching in another town, some lewd fellows who were antagonistic to the gospel message George preached, set fire to his home. His family returned to find their precious, simple home only a pile of ashes.
“Some thru the waters, some thru the flood, some thru the fire, but all thru the blood; some thru great sorrow, but God gives a song, in the night season and all the day long.”
It is said the verse from scripture which comforted George Young during this tragic, yet materialist loss was Job 35:10, “Where is God my maker, Who giveth songs in the night.” George wrote the final verse of this song with strength and confidence.
“Tho sorrows befall us and Satan oppose, God leads His dear children along; thru grace we can conquer, defeat all our foes, God leads His dear children along.”
My friend, anyone can sing a song during the day while the blessings fill our homes and warm our hearts. It is in the night we must strain our ear to pick out the celestial tune echoing in the cold mountain pass. “Through grace we can conquer.” Can you hear it? “We know that all things work together for good to them that love God…Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us” (Romans 8:28, 37).