Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1858-12-03
THE APPEAL.



n II be tue that Luther composed that tune,
and IL the worship Of mortsls is carried on the
wings Of angels to Heaven, bow often pas ns
heard the declaration, 8 They arc singing Oto
Hundred now The solemn strain carries ~
hack % the times Of the Reformers
and bis devoted band. BE, doubtless Sas tRe
first to strike the grand old chords 10 tLs psS
lie sanctuary Of bis " Germany, ~.
etsntorian lungs they roiiecs vibrating not
through vsuitsd cathedral roof, but along s
Usnder arch. the eternal heavens be wrought
no esch note bis own sublime faith, and
slammed Il with hat faiths immortality.
Hence IL cannot die. Neither men nor angels
viii let il pass into oblivion.
Can you find q tomb In the land where sealed
lips lay, that have not sung that tuneP they
were gray old men, they had heard or sung
"Old Hundred.D II they were babies, they
smiled az their mothers rocked them 70 sleep,
snging "Old Hundred" Sinner and saint have
/ oined with endless congregations where II has
with and without the pssiing organ, sounied
on ths sacred air.
Ths dear little children, looking with won
deTing sTes on this strange world, have llsped
It. The sweet young girl, whose tombstone
told Of sixteen summers; sue whose pure, ihno-
cent face haunted you with it's mild beauty,
loved g Old Hundreds and she sang il, closed
her eyes and seemed ecmmuning with the
angels who were soon to claim her. He whose
manhRod was devoted 10 the service Of Cod
and be who With the white hand placed over
bis labOrinE breast, loved Old Hundred =
and though Sometimes bis lips only mOFe,w way
down In bis heart, 30 soon 70 cease It's thrObs,
the holy melody WIS sounding. HE dear white
haired old father, with his tremulous voice,
how be loved Old Hundred Do you see
hin now, sitting ia the venerable arm chair,
bis hands crossed over the bead OF bis cane,
his silVery locks Hosting Of from his followed
temples, and stesr stealing down bis eareworn,
furroTed cheeks, that thin, quiYeriBg, f~altsring
sound, now bursting forth, now listening for 10
vaia If y0s do not, we DO and from such
lips, beloved By four score yesrs' service In
the nssters's cause, "0ld Hundred, +" sounds,
indeed, q sacred melody.
You may ill your cboirs with Sabbath prima
o~onnas, whose daring notes emulate the stseple
and cost most as much, but give Us the spirit
stirring tones Of the Lutheran hymn, sung BY
old and young together. Martyrs have hal
lowed Il; il bas gone up from the bed Of the
saints. The old churches, where generation
after generation have Worshipsd, and where
many scores Of the dear dead have been car
ned and laid before the altar, where they gave
themselves TO God, seen to breathe Of 4" Old
Hundred" from the Festibuls to tower top-the
air is haunted with its spirit.
Think e moment Of the assembled company
Wh5 have at different times and in different
places jolaed in the familiar tunei Tnrong
upon throng-ths strong, the tiDia, the gentle,
tie brave, the beautiful, the rapt faces all
Blaming with inspiration OF the heavenly
sousds.
g Old Hundred . king Of the sacred band Of
4" ancient airs - Never shall our ears grow
weary Of hearing or our tongues Of singing
thesl And Ehsn We get TO Heaven, who knoWs
what the first triCnphsl strains that welcome
Us may be: