MEDITATIONS
FROM THE PSALMS
January 5, 2005
Reading
“The Praise of all His saints” Psalm
148:14
Who can this be, my soul,
other than your Redeemer, Friend, and Brother, the Lord Jesus Himself. He has
been the praise of His people from eternity past, even before the creation of
man. Angels have adored and worshipped Him since their creation, and now we,
His saints, join with them to help raise the crescendo to an all time high. One
additional voice will hardly make a difference when joined with ten thousand times
ten thousand, but oh, what joy to be a part of such an immense choir.
Upon contemplation, your voice does make a
difference because He hears your song of praise as if it were the only one. Be
for ever thankful that you have a personal relationship with Jesus. It is one
thing to join with the multitudes of heaven in raising the banner of praise,
but something else when you and He enjoy the closeness of one-on-one fellowship
within His private chamber. It is then that He hears no other voice than yours.
For Him, who is the praise of all His saints, to have an individual ear to your
voice, is indeed amazing grace.
Yes, my soul, you are one of His saints, made so
when He washed you in His blood, and clothed you with the garment of salvation.
Because you have been made pure by the imputation of His righteousness, you are
a recipient of that inheritance granted to all His saints. What a chorus of
praise continually fills the vastness of heaven and it is your honor to be a
part of it.
Who else shall be your praise but Jesus? Is there
any other who fills your heart with praise? To whom do you ascribe your eternal
welfare but Jesus? Has any other adopted you into the family of God and given
you that peace that passes all understanding? A thousand times no. He alone is
worthy of your praise. None other is the Praise of His saints.
Jesus, Lord of Creation, Lord of life, and Lord of my
heart, accept the praise that exudes from my weak heart. Thank You for the joy
of being a member of that innumerable eternal choir that fills heaven with that
which pleases You—the praises of Your people.
Praise God, whose glory fills the earth,
Whose brilliance lights the sky;
Praise Him Who loves me from my birth,
Until the day I die.
Praise the Father, Ancient of Days,
Father of Jesus, my Lord;
He, to Whom angels sing their praise,
By spirits and saints adored.
Praise the Son, Creator of life,
Who came to earth to die;
Praise Him Who entered this world’s strife,
My soul His blood did buy.
Praise the Spirit, Heavenly Dove,
Guide and Counselor Supreme;
Praise Him Who manifests God’s love,
Through Whose eyes God is seen.
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost,
Three in One, and One in Three;
Praise Him above you heavenly host,
Here below let praises be.
DTP