PSALM cvii.1-15.
The miracle of deliverance must be followed by the psalm of praise. There are multitudes who cry, |God be merciful!| who never cry, |God be praised!| |There were none that returned to give thanks save this Samaritan.| Ten cleansed, and only one grateful! |Oh, that men would praise the Lord for His goodness!| Many a blessing becomes stale because it is not renewed by thanksgiving. Graces that are received ungratefully droop like flowers deprived of rain. Yes, gratitude gives sustenance to blessings already received. Therefore |in everything give thanks.|
But emancipated lives are not only to break into praise before God, they must exercise in confession before men. |Let the redeemed of the Lord say so!| Unconfessed blessings become like the Dead Sea; refused an outlet they lose their freshness and vitality. I am found by the Lord in order that I, too, may be a seeker. I receive His peace in order that I may be a peacemaker. I am comforted in order that I |may comfort others with the comfort wherewith I am comforted of God.| Have you ever received a blessing; |pass it on!| Tell the story of thy deliverance to the enslaved, that he, too, may find |the iron gate| swing open, and so attain his freedom.