Do you believe that among all the throng of those who see the Lord face to face, there is one dull, cold, careless worshipper? Look through the seraphim and cherubim: they are all flaming ones, burning with intense desire and fervent adoration. Look through the hosts of angels: they are all His ministers that do His pleasure, and bless Him while they do it. Search through all those sanctified and glorified bands of spirits, and you shall not find one with half-closed eye wearily praising his Master. Heaven consists in joyful praise.
Look at the very birds on earth, how they shame us! Dear little creatures, if you watch them when they are singing, you will sometimes wonder how so much sound can come out of such diminutive bodies. How they throw their whole selves into the music, and seem to melt themselves away in song! How the wing vibrates, the throat pulsates, and every part of their body rejoices to assist the strain! This is the way we ought to praise God.
If birds that are sold at three for two farthings yet render God such praise, how much more heartily ought we to sing before Him?