“And crown Him, Crown Him, CROWN HIM, Crown Him, Lord of all.”

No one can tell to another the thrill and thrall of such a sight and sound.  It was all unconsciously a bit of prophecy acted out, faint but distinct, of the great day of victory that is coming.

The Oratorio of Victory.

Have you ever noticed the Oratorio of Revelation?  Lovers of music should study the book of the Revelation of Saint John, for its mighty choruses.  It is striking just now to notice the double key-note of that closing climactic book of this old Bible.  It is this:  Satan chained, and Christ crowned.  But note for a moment the oratorio sounding its music through these pages.

It opens with a solo in the first chapter.[14] John begins writing with steady pen until he seems to get a glimpse of Jesus.  Then his pen drops the story, and he begins singing: 

    “Unto Him that loveth us,
    And loosed us from our sin by His own blood;
    And hath made us a kingdom,
    Priests unto His God and Father;
    To Him the glory and the dominion
    Forever and ever.”

In chapter four[15] comes a quartette.  The four living creatures round about the throne take up the refrain of John’s solo.  And, as they sing, their song is caught up by a sextuple quartette, twenty-four white-robed, crowned men before the throne.[16]

In chapter five the Angel Chorus swings in.[17] They are grouped round about the quartette, and the twenty-four elders.  John begins to count them.  Then his figures give out.  His knowledge of mathematics is too limited.  There were ten thousand times ten thousand, and unnumbered thousands of thousands.  As far as his eye could reach, to left and right, before and behind, was one vast sea of angel faces.

And John listened enraptured and awed, as their wondrous volume of rhythm rang and thundered out.  Sweet sopranos and mellow contraltos; ringing tenors and deep basses; first one, then the other, back and forth responding to each other, then all together; marvellous music it must have been.

Then the refrain of their song is caught up by the Creation Chorus.[1] Every living creature in heaven and on the earth and under the earth, as though unable to resist the contagious sweep, catch up the music and add their own to it.  We don’t commonly associate music with the animal creation, nor with nature.  It has been said that all the sounds of nature are keyed in the minor, as though some suffering had affected them.  We talk of the sighing of the wind, the moaning of the sea-waves, and the mourning of the doves.  Though the singing-birds must be excepted.  They seem to have caught and kept some of the upper strains.

But evidently something has occurred to strike a new key-note.  For now they take up the refrain of the joyous song of the others, and increase the mighty song by their own.