The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1870-08-25
OLD TUNES.

Where sin ana sorrow are unknown,
And with sister, oh how dear!
Whose notes now greet her mothers ear.
sang them with q youthful bride,
Who early withered by my side;
They cheered her when lifes setting sun
ShOne on her heaven on earth begun,
And only ceased her soul to cheer
When heavenly music met her ear.
sang them with manly son,
Whose race on earth was early run;
And with daughter bright and fair,
Who knows in O heaven mothers care.
I've sung them in the forest wild,
Where nature lovely lowered and smiled;
I've sung them on the rolling sea-
Whose deep-toned surges Joined with mo
In sounding forth their Makers praise
Whose words can check, or wildly raise
The surglng billows to the skies,
Or still them when to heaven they rise.
I've sting theih In far distant lands,
Where roll the waves on classic strands;
And tears of grief would quickly come,
AtthOughts of distant friends and home,
With whom, and where, sang these lays,
The good old tunes of other days.
I've sung them with the wise and good,
Asby Deaths stream they joyful stood,
And saw, beyond, the walls that rise,
Where bllssful mansions greet the eyes.
How dear to me those noble lays,
The good old tunes of other days!
On earth I've sung them With the blest;
And, when reach the heavenly rest,
hope to sing them there with those
Who know no more life's cares or woes
Where golden haTps the notes shall raise,
That I'LL oil heaven with endless praise.
As long ago as l can remember, my
father would sit in front Of our humble
cabin and sing these old tunes after the
labors of the day were over. One Of
his faVorite hymns was the following,
which he sang to tune which was call
ed "Russia' in the old books:
l,
Awake, my soul, In joyful lays,
And sing thy great Redeemers praisei
He Justly claims song from met
His loving kindness, o, how freeI
2.
He saw me ruined by the fall,
Yet loved me notwithstanding all;
He saved me from my lost estate:
His loving Kindness, 0, how Breatt
3.
Though numerous hosts Of mighty foes,
Though earth and hell, my way oppose,
He safely leads my soul along:
His loving kindness, o, how strong!
4.
When trouble, like gloomy cloud,
Has gathered thick and thundered loud,
He near my soul has always stood:
His loving kindness, ., how goodi
Often feel my sinful heart
Prone from my Jesus to depart;
But though have him oft forgot,
His loving kindness changes not
Soon shall pass the gloomy vale,
Soon all my, mortal powers must fail;
o, may my last, expiring breath
His loving kindness sing In death.
7.
Then let me mount and soar away
70 the bright world of endless day,
And sing, with rapture and surprise,
His loving kindness in the skies.
went to my library and hunted up
the old family music book, which my
dear mother and loving sister so sften
uSed. This old book was published in
Pittsburg, in the year 1924. Here
see the old tunes so often sung by those
whose voices on earth have been silent
for a quarter Of q century. My kind
sister, who died November 6, 1888, Of
ten sang a tune, called "Enfeld"in this
old book. ! cannot give the music, moi
having the necessary type, but here are
the words:
"Bcfore the rosy dawn of day
TO thee my God I'll sing
Awake my soft and tunetul Lyre,
Awake each charming string.
Awake and let thy flowing strains
Glide thTO' the midnight mir,
While high amidst her silent orb,
The silver moon rolls clear"
Often and often, as | started to the
sugar camp on clear, frosty, moonlight
morning before daylight, has my child
iSh voice repeated these gleeful words
to the good old tune of "EnGeld."
believe it is the almost universal be-
lief among all nations and tribes ofpeo-
pie, that there is an existence beyond
the present life When those very near
and dear TO us leave here, We feel kind
Of strange wonder about them. II we
could only hear from them. Just one
word Of recognition. This common
desire to hear from friends in the un-
known land, is what gave rise to the
foOlory of spiritualism. have no idea
that there is any such communication
now. But do our departed friends
sing the same old tunes which they sang
on earth? We shall all know soon.
President Grant has issued procla-
nation of neutrality.