Several weeks ago on a Sunday morning as I drove to church the radio played May Jesus Christ be Praised. I sang along. When I left church that morning the radio was again on, playing May Jesus Christ be Praised. This time I said, “Wake up, Faith! May Jesus Christ be Praised!” I remembered a Saturday night more than fifty years before when I paced the aisle of a church as a bridesmaid in a wedding. As we passed down the aisle that song May Jesus Christ be Praised played over and over as the processional. That’s when that phrase, May Jesus Christ be Praised, took on a life for me. I wanted that to be the story of my life. So once again I heard that phrase. Since that Sunday morning I have been thinking again and again, is it true in my life?
The book of Psalms is full of praise. Psalm 44:8 says, “In God we boast all the day long, and praise Thy name forever. Selah.” Selah means to think about it. So I have been thinking about it..
Here are the words to the song.
When morning gilds the skies,
My heart awaking cries:
May Jesus Christ be praised!
Alike at work and prayer
To Jesus I repair:
May Jesus Christ be praised!
When sleep her balm denies
My silent spirit sighs:
May Jesus Christ be praised.
When evil thoughts molest,
With this I shield my breast,
May Jesus Christ be praised!
Does sadness fill my mind,
A solace here I find.
May Jesus Christ be praised.
Or fades my earthly bliss,
My comfort still is this,
May Jesus Christ be praised!
In heav’n’s eternal bliss,
The loveliest strain is this:
May Jesus Christ be praised.
The pow’rs of darkness fear
When this sweet chant they hear:
May Jesus Christ be praised!
Let earth’s wide circle round
In joyful notes resound;
May Jesus Christ be praised.
Let air and sea and sky,
From depth to height, reply,
May Jesus Christ be praised.
Be this, while life is mine,
My canticle divine:
May Jesus Christ be praised!
Be this th’ eternal song
Through all the ages on:
May Jesus Christ be praised!
The night becomes as day,
When from the heart we say,
May Jesus Christ be praised!
The powers of darkness fear,
When this sweet song they hear,
May Jesus Christ be praised!
In heav’n’s eternal bliss
The loveliest strain is this,
May Jesus Christ be praised!
Let earth, and sea, and sky
From depth to height reply,
May Jesus Christ be praised!
The book of Psalms is the book of emotions. Every emotion, both positive and negative, is recorded within its pages. When combined with the instructions to praise the Lord, there is hope. Psalm 42, both verses 5 and 11, “Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted in me? Hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise Him for the help of His countenance.” Here is the promise that though I am discouraged and at my wit’s end, I will praise Him. I may not be able to praise Him just now, but I will.
Though most of the references to praise are found in Psalms, one of the most significant verses for me is found in Hebrews 13:15. “Let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of our lips giving thanks to His name.” Sometimes I choose to praise Him, when it feels like a sacrifice.
When my grandmother was in her 90s, not long before her death, she was still memorizing Scripture. The last passage I knew she was memorizing was Psalm 150. That passage begins, “Praise ye the Lord.” and ends with “Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord. Praise ye the Lord.”
May my life be a symphony of praise to the Lord! Praise the Lord with me.