1 Samuel 1:1-2:21 It was not until this morning that I realized I have been singing often in my private worship time Hannah’s song. When Hannah brought Samuel to the temple to lend him to the Lord as her thanks to God for the conception and delivery of this precious son, she prayed a powerful prayer that acknowledged the sovereignty and power of God: “There is none holy as the Lord: for there is none beside thee: neither is there any rock like our God” (1 Sam. 2:2, KJV).
Often in the morning I sing this song, and my heart is comforted because I know He is sovereign. In the midst of troubles, He is in control, and because He is my rock, I have a refuge to run to when the going gets rough. There truly is none holy as the Lord. As I hear the birds praise the Lord every morning as the sun comes up, I am overwhelmed by His awesome power. This is my time in the morning to meditate on His holiness, and I think of the angels, saints and every creature in heaven and earth praising and singing in unison in one great symphony of praise. They are all singing, “Holy, holy, holy. Holy is the Lord.”
I recently heard the testimony of a man who had a vision of heaven. He saw the cherubim and seraphim circling the throne of God, and they were saying, “Holy, holy, holy.” He asked the Lord if the seraphim and cherubim got tired of circling the throne. The Lord responded, “No, they never tire of circling the throne of God, because every time they circle it, they discover a new attribute or aspect of God they never knew before.” We have not even begun to search the depths that are in our mighty heavenly Father, but we can make a beginning this morning. Try singing that old familiar song, “Holy, Holy, Holy.” It goes like this: “Holy, holy, holy, all the saints adore thee. Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea. Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee. Perfect in power, love and purity.” There are many more words to this great hymn. Learn them and join the cherubim and seraphim, the saints, and every creature on earth every morning as they sing, “Holy, holy, holy.”