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11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness.
12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thank unto thee for ever.
Psa 30:11
Observe the contrast, God takes away the mourning of his people; and what does he give them instead of it? Quiet and peace? Ay, and a great deal more than that. “Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing.” He makes their hearts to dance at the sound of his name. He takes off their sackcloth. That is good. What a delight to be rid of the habiliments of woe! But what then? He clothes us. And how? With some common dress? Nay, but with that royal vestment which is the array of glorified spirits in heaven. “Thou hast girded me with gladness.” This is better than to wear garments of silk or cloth of gold, bedight with embroidery and bespangled with gems. Many a poor man wears this heavenly apparel wrapped around his heart, though fustian and corduroy are his only outward garb; and such a man needs not envy the emperor in all his pomp. Glory be to thee, O God, if, by a sense of full forgiveness and present justification, thou hast enriched my spiritual nature, and filled me with all the fulness of God.
Psa 30:12
“To the end” - namely, with this view and intent - “that my glory” - that is, my tongue or my soul - “may sing praise to thee, and not be silent.” It would be a shameful crime, if, after receiving God's mercies, we should forget to praise him. God would not have our tongues lie idle while so many themes for gratitude are spread on every hand. He would have no dumb children in the house. They are all to sing in heaven, and therefore they should all sing on earth. Let us sing with the poet: -
“I would begin the music here,
And so my soul should rise:
Oh for some heavenly notes to bear
My passions to the skies.”
“O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.”
“I'll praise him in life; I'll praise him in death;
I'll praise him as long as he lendeth me breath;
Anti say when the death-dew lies cold on my brow.
If ever I loved thee, my Jesus, 'tis now.”