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Posted by Psalms on Sunday, 17 January 2016
Psalms 148:2
Praise ye him, all his angels: praise ye him, all his hosts.
2. Praise ye him, all his angels. Living intelligences, perfect in character and in bliss, lift up your loudest music to your Lord. Cease not, you messengers of Jehovah, to sound forth his praise while you move at his bidding. Praise ye him, all his hosts. This includes angelic armies, but groups with them all the heavenly bodies. Though they be inanimate, the stars, clouds, the lightnings, have their ways of praising Jehovah. The countless armies are all his by creation, and preservation, and consequent obligation. Both these sentences claim unanimity of praise from those in the upper regions who are called upon to commence the strain—all his angels, all his hosts. That same hearty oneness must pervade the whole orchestra of praising ones; hence, further on we read of all starts of light, all deeps, all hills, all cedars, and all people. How well the concert begins when all angels, and all the heavenly host, strike the first joyful notes! In that concert our souls would at once take their part.
Excerpt from:
The Treasury of David by Charles Haddon Spurgeon (1834-1892)
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