THE nightingale is a small bird and has a beautiful song in the night. Is not that a strange time to have a song? I am sure most of you will think so, but God has made some to sing during the day, and others to sing during the night.
So it is with us—the Lord can give us a song in the night. That does not mean simply the literal night, but the night is the time of darkness. We all get our dark times in this life, and we get sad, but when we go to the Lord about the trial, and remember that He loves us with the same measure of love that caused Him to die in our place, then we can sing and praise Him, and say, “He doeth all things well.”
Now, my young reader may not know much about sorrow but you have difficulties, and if you know the Lord Jesus as your own Saviour, it is your privilege to tell Him all the little trials that come across your path, then you can sing, “One there is above all others—
O how He loves!
His is love beyond a brother’s—
O how He loves!
Earthly friends may fail or leave us,
One day soothe, the next day grieve us,
But this Friend will ne’er deceive us—
O how He loves!
Joy and peace it is to know Him
O how He loves!
Think, O think how much we owe Him—
O how He loves!
With His precious blood He bought us,
In the wilderness He sought us,
To His loved ones safely brought us—
O how He loves!”
ML 04/14/1918