There’s something about the hymns of old that reaches deep into our souls. But with the ever-shortening attention spans that we’re developing, there’s a great tragedy playing itself out in how we treat them.
And that tragedy is this: we very rarely sing all the verses in a hymn. Take the one we’ve been looking at this week – It is Well With My Soul. It has six verses but when it’s sung, most churches stop at verse three. Why?
Because it takes too long to sing all six verses. In a world where meaningful communication has been stymied by messaging apps, we often end up missing out on all that God has for us. Hey, our psyche of short-termism rarely even has us looking up from our smartphone screens. So here it is: the sixth and final verse of this great hymn:
And Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll; The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
A song in the night, oh my soul!
No matter how good or bad your life on this earth is – whether you love your here and now and would want to cling to it forever, or whether it’s the absolute pits and you wish it were over – here’s the truth. Here’s the overarching reality of God’s glory in which our human lives exist:
Revelation 1:7 Look, Jesus is coming with the clouds! Everyone will see him, even those who pierced him. All peoples of the earth will cry loudly because of him. Yes, this will happen! Amen.
So, do yourself a favour. Lift up your eyes. Sing out the last verse, for the clouds will roll back and the trumpet will sound. It is well, it is well with my soul.
That’s God’s Word. Fresh … for you … today.