Psalms 126:5 NASB
Those who sow in tears
shall reap with joyful shouting.
They that sow in tears shall reap in joy
This seems to refer to the foregoing prayer; as if he had said, And this You will do in Your good time: You will give them, as You have given us, a joyful return after such a sad time of captivity.
The argument is taken from the common course of God’s providence toward men of all nations, to whom He affords a change of circumstances from sorrow to comfort, and joy, and this particularly toward husbandmen, who till their land, and sow their seed, not only with toil, and the sweat of their brows, but, it may be, also with care, fear, and sorrow, doubtful about the success of their labours, and, perhaps, wanting the corn they sow to make bread for their families.
They commit it, however, to the ground, where for a time it lies dead and buried.
“A dark and dreary winter succeeds, and all seems to be lost. But, at the return of spring, nature revives, and the once desolate fields are covered with corn, which, when matured by the sun’s heat, the cheerful reapers cut down, and it is brought home with triumphant shouts.”
Thus the released Jewish captives had sorrow, and cause of mourning, on account of “the fatigue of travelling from Babylon into Judea; the melancholy prospect of a long depopulated country and ruined city; the toil necessary to be undergone before the former could be again brought into order, and the latter rebuilt; these considerations could not but allay their joy, and even draw many tears from their eyes:”
But … “they are here comforted with a gracious promise, that God would give a blessing to the labors of their hands, and crown them with success, so that they should once more see Jerusalem in prosperity, and behold in Zion the beauty of holiness.”
Here, my friends who work in His vineyard, is an emblem of your present labors, and your future reward.
▪︎ You sow, perhaps, in tears;
▪︎ You do your duty amidst persecution and affliction, sickness, pain, and sorrow;
▪︎ You work in the church, and no account is made of it; no profit seems likely to arise from it.
You have to drop yourself into the dust of death, and all the storms of winter must pass over thee, until your present form shall be perished, and you shall see corruption. Yet the day is coming when you will reap in joy; and your harvest will be plentiful.
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