The Harp of the human spirit never yields such sweet music, as when its framework is most shattered, and it strings are most torn. Then it is, when the world pronounces the instrument useless, and man would put it away as incapable or melody, that the finger of God delights in touching it, and draws from it a fine swell of harmony. Come night, come calamity, come affliction. God still says to His people as He said to the Jews, when expecting the irruption of the Assyrian, "ye shall have a song in the night."
Sermons of the Rev'd Henry Melvill 1837
'Songs in the Night'
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