“Now therefore write ye this song for you, and teach it the
children of Israel: put it in their mouths, that this song may be a witness for
me against the children of Israel.” (Deut. 31:19)
We
have children and grandchildren who are songwriters, so I’m familiar with the
work that goes into it and have had the wonderful pleasure of hearing a new one
for the first time. I love being able to say, “Oh, that will be a blessing to
God’s people!” After all, that’s as it should be, right? Yes, unless you’re
Moses, and God has (by Inspiration) given you one for the purpose of witnessing
against His children. That’s what the
verse says, does it not? And that’s exactly what Moses did (v. 22).
When
I read this, I began to think of songs I have sung through the years with a
congregation or as a solo that I would have to say fall into just that
category…songs that convict instead of comfort, reprove more than bless, and
are more sobering than exciting. Oh, I’m like you; I love the songs and hymns
that thrill my soul and make me want to clap my hands. But I fear there are
times when I need my own mouth to condemn me. Music is (or should be) all about
the message. At least, to my way of thinking. Here are a few songs that have “witnessed
against me” through the years.
The
first, I am thankful to say, was not a song of conviction to my own heart
because I was saved as a child, but I can tell you, those many, many years ago
when I sang it to congregations in churches, a great stillness would come over
the audience as the Spirit of God made it personal in hearts. I’m afraid there
are few churches where I could sing it today. Pity.
I dreamed that the
great judgment morning
Had dawned, and the
trumpet had blown;
I dreamed that the
nations had gathered
To judgment before the
White Throne.
From the throne came a
bright, shining angel,
And stood on the land
and the sea,
And swore with his
hand raised to heaven
That time was no
longer to be.
And, O, what a weeping and wailing
As the lost were told of their fate.
They cried for the rocks and the mountains;
They prayed, but their prayer was too late.
Few
songs move me to soul-searching as does this great old gospel song written by
the son of slaves who taught himself to read at seventeen and put himself
through seminary by being the janitor of a church in Philadelphia that he later
pastored. Oh, how it still moves me!
Nothing between my
soul and the Savior,
Naught of this world’s
delusive dream;
I have renounced all
sinful pleasure -
Jesus is mine! There’s
nothing between
Nothing between, like
worldly pleasures:
Habits of life, tho
harmless they seem;
Must not my heart from
Him ever sever -
He is my all! There’s
nothing between.
Nothing between, like
pride or station:
Self or friends shall
not intervene;
Tho it may cost me
much tribulation,
I am resolved! There’s
nothing between.
Nothing between my soul and the Savior,
So that His blessed face may be seen;
Nothing preventing the least of His favor:
Keep the way clear! Let nothing between.
Finally,
I could not leave out that great, old hymn of the church that questions the
allegiance of each of us who name the name of Christ to His cause. Our older
son knew every verse at the age of three or four, and, more than once, chose to
sing it loudly as I wheeled him in a cart through the grocery (much to my
consternation). Do these questions not convict us one and all?
Am I a soldier of the
Cross? A follower of the Lamb?
And shall I fear to
own His cause or blush to speak His name?
Must I be carried to
the skies on flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to
win the prize and sailed through bloody seas?
Are there no foes for
me to face? Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a
friend to grace, to help me on to God?
Sure, I must fight if
I would reign – increase my courage, Lord!
I’ll bear the toil,
endure the pain, supported by Thy Word.
This
has been longer than usual, but I wanted to share the words to these songs that
have been used of God to “witness against” me and others. They’re seldom sung
anymore and perhaps that’s one of the reasons the Church is anemic today in so
many ways. Generally speaking, straight, powerful, Bible preaching is becoming
more and more scarce, and so is heart-penetrating singing. May God send us a
revival of both.