Song of Heaven, the Bible is the grand, sweet song of heaven for us. No critic can ever grasp the Bible any more than one can grasp the impressiveness of Shakespeare. Now the Bible is a book for childhood. It has stories which grip the childish-heart. There is the story of David and Goliath in it and of Daniel in the den of lions.
And then comes life with all its changing years, with its lights and shadows and sufferings and joys, and what a song the Bible is to us! The strange thing is it is an old, old song. It is “the song our mothers sang.” It is the song that kindled the heart of John Knox and satisfied Sir Walter Scott on his deathbed. Yet when our heart is deepened and our eyes are opened by sin and suffering and loneliness and mercy, a song is put into our hearts.