I'm still dwelling on the concept that the Lord has given us something that His Own angels can never experience. Isn't that mind boggling? Ordinary words just don't describe the thought. Wonderful, overwhelming, awesome. Words simply don't have scope enough to do the concept justice . I don't know if it means as much to you as it does to me, but tonight it is simply ringing in my heart over and over.
When I was a teenager a brother at campmeeting used to sing this song. Again it speaks of angels being silent when we sing of Salvation.
There is singing up in Heaven such as we have never known,
Where the angels sing the praises of the Lamb upon the throne,
Their sweet harps are ever tuneful, and their voices always clear,
O that we might be more like them while we serve the Master here!
Refrain:
Holy, holy, is what the angels sing,
And I expect to help them make the courts of heaven ring;
But when I sing redemption’s story, they will fold their wings,
For angels never felt the joys that our salvation brings.
But I hear another anthem, blending voices clear and strong,
“Unto Him Who hath redeemed us and hath bought us,” is the song;
We have come through tribulation to this land so fair and bright,
In the fountain freely flowing He hath made our garments white.
Refrain
Then the angels stand and listen, for they cannot join the song,
Like the sound of many waters, by that happy, blood washed throng,
For they sing about great trials, battles fought and vict’ries won,
And they praise their great Redeemer, who hath said to them, “Well done.”
Refrain
So, although I’m not an angel, yet I know that over there
I will join a blessèd chorus that the angels cannot share;
I will sing about my Savior, who upon dark Calvary
Freely pardoned my transgressions, died to set a sinner free.
When I was a teenager a brother at campmeeting used to sing this song. Again it speaks of angels being silent when we sing of Salvation.
There is singing up in Heaven such as we have never known,
Where the angels sing the praises of the Lamb upon the throne,
Their sweet harps are ever tuneful, and their voices always clear,
O that we might be more like them while we serve the Master here!
Refrain:
Holy, holy, is what the angels sing,
And I expect to help them make the courts of heaven ring;
But when I sing redemption’s story, they will fold their wings,
For angels never felt the joys that our salvation brings.
But I hear another anthem, blending voices clear and strong,
“Unto Him Who hath redeemed us and hath bought us,” is the song;
We have come through tribulation to this land so fair and bright,
In the fountain freely flowing He hath made our garments white.
Refrain
Then the angels stand and listen, for they cannot join the song,
Like the sound of many waters, by that happy, blood washed throng,
For they sing about great trials, battles fought and vict’ries won,
And they praise their great Redeemer, who hath said to them, “Well done.”
Refrain
So, although I’m not an angel, yet I know that over there
I will join a blessèd chorus that the angels cannot share;
I will sing about my Savior, who upon dark Calvary
Freely pardoned my transgressions, died to set a sinner free.
A blessed chorous that "angels cannot share." How marvelous, We will sing of sins forgiven and the freedom from the bindng power of sin! It is an experience that the angels who exist exactly as God created them, with no freedom of voluntary choice, cannot comprehend. And not only that, we don't have to wait for some coming day, but we have that wonderful blessing right now in this present world.
There just aren't enough words to describe it!
( Here's a link to play the song if you've never heard it.
http://gordon-and-jean-greer-holy-holy-is-what--mp3-download.kohit.net/_/208392 Click on 'play now' button. )
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