Sabbath, a Dull Day to Many – Charles Spurgeon

I WAS awakened at six o’clock, in the Hartz mountains, by the cheerful notes of a trumpet playing a sweet, enlivening German air; it struck me that was a right fitting way to begin the Sabbath—to wake up with music, to leave off sleep with a dream of angels singing the songs of Heaven, and to begin the day by uniting in their praise. Let the Sabbath always begin so—not with the dull, solemn note of the sackbut, but with psaltery and harp of joyful sound. Alas! with many the cry is, “Here’s another dull day, in which the Crystal Palace is shut up, and all amusement denied us!” An English Sabbath is called by many a dull and dreary day! Ah! you miserable heathens, well may you speak so: it must be dreary to you; but to the genuine Christian, the thought that the world’s burden is laid aside, and that now he is to commune with Heaven, is as the sweet sound of the trumpet waking him to a day of feasting and delight.