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Posted by Psalms on Wednesday, 27 January 2016
Psalms 137:2
We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.
137:2. The drooping branches appeared to weep as we did, and so we gave to them our instruments of music; the willows could as well make melody as we, for we had no mind for music. In the midst of the willows, or in midst of the rivers, or in the midst of Babylon, it matters little which, they hung their harps. Sad indeed is the child of sorrow when he grows weary of his harp, from which in better days he had been able to draw sweet solaces. Music has charms to give unquiet spirits rest; but when the heart is sorely sad it only mocks the grief which flies to it. People put away their instruments of mirth when a heavy cloud darkens their souls.
The Treasury of David by Charles Haddon Spurgeon (1834-1892)
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