“For so he giveth his beloved sleep.”–Psalm 127:2.
The sleep of the body is the gift of God. So said Homer of old, when
he described it as descending from the clouds and resting on the tents
of the warriors around old Troy. And so sang Virgil, when he spoke of
Palinurus falling asleep upon the prow of his ship. Sleep is the gift of
God. We think that we lay our heads upon our pillows, and compose
our bodies in a peaceful posture, and that, therefore we naturally and
necessarily sleep. But it is not so. Sleep is the gift of God; and not a
man would close his eyes, did not God put his fingers on his eyelids;
did not the Almighty send a soft and balmy influence over his frame
which lulled his thoughts into quiescence, making him enter into that
blissful state of rest which we call sleep. True, there be some drugs
and narcotics whereby men can poison themselves well nigh to death,
and then call it sleep; but the sleep of the healthy body is the gift of
God. He bestows it; he rocks the cradle for us every night; he draws
the curtain of darkness; he bids the sun shut up his burning eyes; and
then he comes and says, “Sleep, sleep, my child; I give thee sleep.”
Have you not known what it is at times to lie upon your bed and strive
to slumber? and as it is said of Darius, so might it be said of you: “The
king sent for his musicians, but his sleep went from him.” You have
attempted it, but you could not do it; it is beyond your power to
procure a healthy repose. You imagine if you fix your mind upon a
certain subject until it shall engross your attention, you will then sleep;
but you find yourself unable to do so. Ten thousand things drive
through your brain as if the whole earth were agitated before you. You
see all things you ever beheld dancing in a wild phantasmagoria
before your eyes. You close your eyes, but still you see; and there be
things in your ear, and head, and brain, which will not let you sleep. It
is God alone, who alike seals up the sea boy’s eyes upon the giddy
mast, and gives the monarch rest: for with all appliances and means to
boot, he could not rest without the aid of God. It is God who steeps the
mind in lethe, and bids us slumber, that our bodies may be refreshed,
so that for tomorrow’s toil we may rise recruited and strengthened. O
my friends, how thankful should we be for sleep. Sleep is the best
physician that I know of. Sleep hath healed more pains of wearied
bones than the most eminent physicians upon earth. It is the best
medicine; the choicest thing of all the names which are written in all
the lists of pharmacy. There is nothing like to sleep! What a mercy it is
that it belongs alike to all! God does not make sleep the boon of the
rich man, he does not give it merely to the noble, or the rich, so that
they can keep it as a peculiar luxury for themselves; but he bestows it
upon all. Yea, if there be a difference, the sleep of the labouring man
is sweet, whether he eat little or much. He who toils, sleeps all the
sounder for his toil. While luxurious effeminacy cannot rest, tossing
itself from side to side upon a bed of eider down, the hard-working
labourer, with his strong and powerful limbs, worn out and tired,
throws himself upon his hard couch and sleeps: and waking, thanks
God that he has been refreshed. Ye know not, my friends, how much
ye owe to God, that he gives you rest at night. If ye had sleepless
nights, ye would then value the blessing. If for weeks ye lay tossing on
your weary bed, ye then would thank God for this favour. But as it is
the gift of God, it is a gift most precious, one that cannot be valued
until it is taken away; yea, even then we cannot appreciate it as we
ought.
The Psalmist says there are some men who deny themselves sleep. For
purposes of gain, or ambition, they rise up early and sit up late. Some
of us who are here present may have been guilty of the same thing. We
have risen early in the morning that we might turn over the ponderous
volume, in order to acquire knowledge; we have sat at night until our
burned-out lamp has chidden us, and told us that the sun was rising;
while our eyes have ached, our brain has throbbed, our heart has
palpitated. We have been weary and worn out; we have risen up early,
and sat up late, and have in that way come to eat the bread of sorrow.
Many of you business men are toiling in that style. We do not
condemn you for it; we do not forbid rising up early and sitting up
late; but we remind you of this text:–”It is vain for you to rise up
early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his
beloved sleep.” And it is of this sleep, that God gives to his beloved,
that we mean to speak this morning, as God shall help us–a sleep
peculiar to the children of God–a sleep which he gives to “his
beloved.”
Sleep is sometimes used in a bad sense in the Word of God, to express
the condition of carnal and worldly men. Some men have the sleep of
carnal ease and sloth: of whom Solomon tells us, they are unwise sons
that slumber in the harvest, causing shame; so that when the harvest is
spent, and the summer is ended, they are not saved. Sleep often
expresses a state of sloth, of deadness, of indifference, in which all
ungodly men are found, according to the words, “It is time for us to
awake out of sleep.–”Let us not sleep as do others, but let us who are
of the day be sober.” There be many who are sleeping the sluggard’s
sleep, who are resting upon the bed of sloth; but an awful waking shall
it be to them, when they shall find that the time of their probation has
been wasted; that the golden sands of their life have dropped unheeded
from the hourglass; and that they have come into that world where
there are no acts of pardon passed, no hope, no refuge, no salvation.
“This article originally appeared here at Bible Bulletin Board.”
