The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1888-03-08
SONGS In THE NIGHT.
REV. DR.. TALMAGE'S SERMON AT
THE TABERNACLE.

THE TABERNACLE.
Jubiiant Exercises at the Morning Ser
vice-The Right Hand of Fellowship
Extended to Many New Members.
Thousands to Hear the Great Divine.
BROOKLYN, March 4.-Exercises at the
Tabernacle this morning were jubilant.
One hundred and twenty new members
We're given the right hand of fellowship,
making the communicate membership
one thousand four hundred and fifty.
Thousands of strangers were present.
The ten great silver tankards and the
long line of chalices made the sacra-
mental table very impressive.
Before the sermon the congregation,
led by cornet and organ, sang:
When earth shall pass away,
In the great Judgment day,
Jesus is mine!
The Rev. T. De Witt Talmage, d. D.,
took as the subject of his discourse: "a
Song Concerning My Beloved" His
text was Isaih V, l.: '.Now will 1 sing to
my well Beloved song of my beloved"
DIR. Talmage said:
The most fascinating theme for heart
proper attuned is the Saviour. There is
something in the morning light to sug-
gest him, and something in the evening
shadow to speak his praise. The flower
breathes him, the star shines him, the
cascade proclaims him. all the voices of
nature chant him. Whatever is grand,
bright and beautiful, if you only listen to
it. will speak his praise. When l come
in the summer time and pluck flower,
/ think of him who is ''the rose of
Sharon and the lily of the valley.
When l see in the field lamb, l say, "Be-
hold the Lamb of God that taketh away
the sin of the world" When, in very
hot weather, come under projecting
cliff, l say:
Rock Of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee!
Over the old fashioned pulpits there
was sounding board. The voice of the
minister rose to the sounding board, and
then was struck back again upon the
ears of the people. An so the ten thous-
and voices of earth rising up find the
heavens a sounding board which strikes
back to the ear of all the nations the
praises of Christ. The heavens tell his
glory, and the earth shows his handi-
work. The Bible thrills with one great
story of redemption. Upon blasted and
faded paradise it poured the light of a
glorious restoration. 1t looked upon
Abraham from the ram caught in the
thicket. 1t spoke in the bleating of the
herds driven down to Jerusalem for
sacrifice. 1t put infinite pathos into the
speech of uncouth fishermen. 1t lifted
Paul into the seventh heaven; and it
broke upon the ear of st. John with the
brazen trumpets and the doxology of the
elders, and the rushing wings of the
seraphim.
Instead of waiting until you get sick
and worn out before you speak the
praise of Christ, while your heart is hap
piest, and your step is lightest, and your
fortunes smile and your pathway bios
SONS, and the overarching heavens drop
upon you their benediction, speak the
praises of Jesus.
The old Greek orators, when they saw
their audience inattentive and slumber-
ing, had one word with which they
would rouse them up to the greatest en-
thusiasm. In the midst of their orations
they would stop and cry out ''Marathonr'
and the peoples enthusiasm would be
unbounded. My hearers, though you
may have been borne down with sin. and
though trouble and trials and temptation
may have come upon you, and you feel
hardly like looking up, methinks there is
one grand, royal, imperial word that
ought to rouse your soul to infinite re-
ioicing, and that word is Jesus"
Taking the suggestion of the text,
shall speak to you of Christ, our song.
remark, in the first place, that Christ
ought to be the cradle song. What oul
mothers sang to us when they put us tC
sleep is singing yet. We may have for
gotten the words; but they went into the
fiber of our soul, and will forever be 6
part of it. 1t is not SO much what yor
formally teach your children as wha
you sing to them. A hymn has wing
and can fly everywhither. One hundred
and fifty years after you are dead, an(
ssOld Mortality has worn out hi
chisel in recruiting your name OF
the tombstone, your great-grand
children will be singing the son.
which this afternoon you sing to you
little ones gathered about your knee
There is place in Switzerland where, i
you distinctly utter your voice, Their
come back ten or fifteen distinct echoes
and every Christian song sung by
mother in the ear of her child shall hav
ten thousand echoes coming back iron
all the gates of heaven. Oh, if mother
only knew the power of this sacred spell
how much oftener the little ones woul'
be gathered, and all our homes woul,
chime with the songs of Jesus!
We want some counteracting infiuenc
upon our children. The very momen
vonr child steps into the street he step
into the path of temptation. Their
are foul mouthed children who woul
like to besoil your little ones. 1t wi
not do to keep your boys and girls in tn
house and make them house plants; the
must have fresh air and recreation. Go
save your children from the scathing
blasting, damning influence of the streets
know of no counteracting influence bu
the power of Christian culture and eS
ample Hold before your little ones tn
pure life of Jesus; let that nam
evil from their hearts. Give
ton of music, morning, noon and night
let it be Jesus, the cradle song. This
important if your children grow up, br
perhaps they may not. Their pathwa
NAV be short. Jesus may be wantin
that child Then there will be a sounC
less step in the dwelling, and the you'll
full pulse will begin to flutter, and litt
hands will be lifted for help. You cal
not help. And great agony will pine
at your heart, and the cradle will
empty, and the nursery will be empt.
and the world will be empty, and yor
soul will be empty. No little feet stan'
ing OH the stairs. No toys scattered on ii
carpet. No quick following from rool
TO room. No strange and wonderin
questions. No upturned face, with laugl
ing blue eyes, come for a kiss; but on