The vine alone was wanting, and they could not discover it. Afterward they were occupied in sowing and in planting trees, the pippins and fruit of which they had found in the ark. 1310, wrote: ’93Noah, being come out of the ark, ordered each of his sons to build a house. He sounded the first note of the old music of inebriety. That tune was sung at least four thousand two hundred and forty-three years ago, when, the deluge past, Noah came out of the ark, and as if disgusted with too much prevalence of water, he took to strong drink and staggered forth, for all ages the first known drunkard. But far back of that, and nearly back as far as the moral collapse of our first parentage is the Song of the Drunkards. First came the music of percussion, the clapping cymbal, which was suggested by a hammer on an anvil, and then the sighing of the wind across the reeds suggested the flute, and then the strained sinews of the tortoise across its shell suggested the harp. Much of the music of the world and of the church is old music. First, I remark that the Song of the Drunkards is an old song. You sometimes hear this style of music when passing a saloon, or a residence in which dissipation is ascendant, or after you have retired at night you hear it coming out of the street from those who, having tarried long at their cups, are on their way home’97the ballad of the inebriate, the serenade of the alcoholized, or what my text calls the Song of the Drunkards.įor practical and saving and warning and Christian purposes, I will announce to you the characteristics of that well-known cadence mentioned in my text. But my text calls attention to a style of song that I think has never been discoursed upon. What enrichment has been given to the world’92s literature and enjoyment by the ballads, the canticles, the discants, the ditties, the roundelays, the epics, the lyrics, the dithyrambs. At the birth of our Lord the Virgin Mary and old Simeon and angelic prima donnas in hovering clouds sang a song. One of the most important parts of this great old Book is Solomon’92s song. The Israelitish army safe on the bank of the Red Sea and the Egyptians clear under the returned water, Moses sang a song. The earth was fitted up for the human race, in congratulation the morning stars sang a song. The ruler’92s scoff, the drunkard’92s song. Of the best Being whose voice ever moved the air or whose foot ever touched the earth it might be said: Christ, who committed no sin, was still more the subject of unholy song, because the better one is, the more iniquity hates him. Although David had fully reformed and written a psalmody in which all subsequent ages have sobbed out their penitence, his enemies preferred to fetch up his old career, and put into metric measures sins long before forgiven. Holiness of doctrine and life always did excite wicked merriment. David and Christ were both, each in his own time, the song of the drunkards. Pull it to another range, and it will show you objects far away. Pull the instrument to a certain range, and it shows you an object near-by.
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These Messianic Psalms are like a telescope.
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Who said that? Was it David or was it Christ? It was both.
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Psa_69:12 : ’93I was the song of the drunkards.’94