Psalm 24:1 ” THE earth is the LORD’s, and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein. “
“The earth is the Lord’s.” As David, in his youthful days, was tending his flocks on Bethlehem’s fertile plains, the spirit of the Lord descended upon him, and his senses were opened, and his understanding enlightened, so that he could understand the songs of the night. The heavens proclaimed the glory of God, and glittering stars formed the general chorus, their harmonious melody resounded upon earth, and the sweet fulness of their voices vibrated to it utmost bounds.
Light is the countenance of the Eternal,” sung the setting sun: “I am the hem of his garment,” responded the soft and rosy twilight. The clouds gathered themselves together and said, “We are his nocturnal tent.” And the waters in the clouds, and the hollow voices of the thunders, joined in the lofty chorus, “The voice of the Eternal is upon the waters, the God of glory thundereth in the heavens, the Lord is upon many waters.”
“He flieth upon my wings,” whispered the winds, and the gentle air added, “I am the breath of God, the aspirations of his benign presence.” “We hear the songs of praise,” said the parched earth; “all around is praise; I alone am sad and silent.” Then the falling dew replied, “I will nourish thee, so that thou shalt be refreshed and rejoice, and thy infants shall bloom like the young rose.” “Joyfully we bloom,” sang the refreshed meads; the full ears of corn waved as they sang, “We are the blessing of God, the hosts of God against famine.”
“We bless thee from above,” said the gentle moon; “We, too, bless thee,” responded the stars; and the lightsome grasshopper chirped, “Me, too, he blesses in the pearly dew-drop.” “He quenched my thirst,” said the roe; “And refreshed me,” continued the stag; “And grants us our food,” said the beasts of the forest; “And clothes my lambs,” gratefully added the sheep.
“He heard me,” croaked the raven, “when I was forsaken and alone;” “He heard me,” said the wild goat of the rocks, “when my time came, and I brought forth.” And the turtle-dove cooed, and the swallow and other birds joined the song, “We have found our nests, our houses, we dwell upon the altar of the Lord, and sleep under the shadow of his wing in tranquillity and peace.” “And peace,” replied the night, and echo prolonged the sound, when chanticleer awoke the dawn, and crowed with joy, “Open the portals, set wide the gates of the world! The King of glory approaches. Awake! Arise, ye sons of men, give praises and thanks unto the Lord, for the King of glory approaches.”
The sun arose, and David awoke from his melodious rapture. But as long as he lived the strains of creation’s harmony remained in his soul, and daily he recalled them from the strings of his harp. From the “Legend of the Songs of the Night,” in the Talmud, quoted in “Biblical Antiquities.” By F. A. Cox, D.D., LL.D., 1852.