Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1888-03-05

tacled old age reads the promise: Il will
nsTer leave you, never forsake yOu!" Blessed
the staff on which the worn out pilgrim tot
ters on toward the welcome OF his redeemer!
Blessed the hymn book in which the falter-
ing tongue and tine failing eyes find jesus,
the old mans song.
l speak To you again of Jesus as the night
song. job speaks u MIN who giveth songs
in the night John Wslch, the old Scotch
minister, used to put plaid across hls bed
on cold nights and soInc one asked him why
he put that there Rs said: ''Oh, sons
times in the night | want to sing the pT-aise
of Jesus, and to get doTIa and pray; then |
Just take that plaid and wrap ii around ms
To keep myself from tho cold Songs in the
night Night nf trouble has come down
upon many of yoa. Commercial Losses put
ont ons star, slsnderous abuse puts out an
other star, dou+stic bereasnIent has put out
a thousand lights, and gloom has been added
to gloom, and chill To chill, and sting 10
sting. and one midnight, has seemed to bor
row the fold from another midnight to wrap
itself in more unboarable darkness; but
Christ has spoken peace to your heart, snd
yea sasn sung: -..
.s.- jesus, lover of my soul,
.--- i4as me 20 Thy bosom ify, ..
while the bIlinys near me rOil
While the tempest still is high
Hhis me-, oh. GIy Saviour hjds --
TiIl the storm of life Is past,
Safe tnto the haven guide;
Oh. rN,,>-,re my soul al last.
% Songs in the night! Songs in the night.
For the sick, who have no one To tnrn the hot
pillow, no oae TO put tie taper on the stand.
m, hsa
tbessoothing anodyne, or utter enc cheerful
word-yes songs in the night For the poor,
who freeze in the winters cold, and sweltar
in the summers hsat, and muncl, the hard
crusts that bleed the sore gums, arsi 4shiver
under blankets that cannot any longer bs
patrbssi, and trenhis because rent day is
come and they may he set ont on the Side
walk, and looking into the starved fa"s of
child and sseinG famiDs there and death
there, coming home from the bakery, ana
saring, in the presence Of the little fanished
ones: "OS, my tod, -four has gone upl"
Yet songs IN the night Songs in the
night! For the widow who goes to get the
back pay Of her husband, slain by the sharp
shooters, and knows it is the last help
she win have, moving ont Of q comfortable
home in desolatiUn, ,:cath turning hack from
the exbausting c,engh, and the pale cheek.
and the lusterlesS eye, and refusing all re-
lief Yet songs in the night! Songs in the
night For the soldier IN rhe field hospital
no surgeon 10 bind up the gun SHOT fracture,
no water fog the hot liI~, no kind band To
brush away the flies from the fresh wound,
no one To take the loving farewell, tie sroan-
ing Of others poured into his own groan, the
blaspbemy of others plcwing up his own
spirit, the condensed bitterness OF dying
away from home aIno-g strangers. Yet
songs in the night. Songs in the night.
"Ah!- said one DYING soldier, tell my
mother that last night there was not one
cloud between my soul and Jesus. Songs in
the night! Songs in the night!
The Sabbath day has, coma From the
affairs Of ten thousand churches has smoked
up the SAVIOR of sacrifce. Ministers Of the
gospel are now preaching in plain English,
in bread Scotch. in flowing Italian, in harsh
Cboctaw Gods people have assembled in
Hindoo temple, and Moravian church, and
Quaker meeting house, aud sailors bethel,
and kings chapel, and high towesed cathe-
dral They sang. and the song floated OF
amidst the spies groves, or struck the ice
bergs, or hoated OF into the western pines, or
was drowned in the ciaInoT Of the great cities.
Lumbermen sang 1t, and the faetory girls,
and the children in the Sabbath class,
and the trained choirs in great a.
semblsges Trappers, with the same voice
With whiSl they shouted yesterday il
the stag hunt, and mariners with threats
that only few days ago sounded in the
hoarse blast of the sea hurricane, they sang
il One theme for the SERMONS, One burden
for ths song. Jesus for the invocation
Jesus for the Scripture lesson Jesus for the
baptism al foot Jesus for the sacTameEtal
cup. jesus for the tsnediction- But the day
will go by. II will roll away on swift wheels
os light and love Again the churches will
he lighted Tides Of peopie again setting
down the streets. Whole families coming up
the church aisle. We must have one more
sermon. two prayers, three songs. and one
uensdiction. What shall we preach to night,
What shall We rasii What shall il be- cbil-
dren' Aged mon and WOMEN, what shall it
tei Young men and maideos, what shall it
be; II YOU dared TO break the silence Of this
suiitory there would come up thousands OF
quick and jubiiant voices crying out, '.Let it
be Jesus Jesus.n .'. "A -
We sing his bir.h-tbe barn that sheltered
him. the mother that nursed him, the cattle
that fed bseide him, the angels tha. woke up
the shepherds, shaking light over the mid
night hills We sing his n,ihistry-the tears
hs wiped away from the eyes of the orphans;
Tho lains Tnen TINT forgot their cintches; the
'daInsei who from the bier botpded out into
the sunlight, her !ocks shaking down over
the flushed cbe..k; the hungry thousand who
broke the bread as 1t biossomed into Larger
loav.s-that miracle by which a boy sith
five leaves and two fishes became the sut!er
for a whole army We sing his sorrows-his
stone bruised fest, his aching thsart, his
mountain loneliness, his desert hunger, his
storm pelted body, the eternity OF anguish
that shot through his last moments, and the
isnmsasurable ocean of torment that hea ged
up against his cross in one foarning wrath
tul, ousnipntent surge, the sun dashed ont
and the dead, shroud wrapped. breaking open
their sepulchers, and rushing ont 10 see whal
was the matter. We sing his resurrection--
zoe guard rnat could not Keep EIrn; r1,r ~.
row Of his disciples; the clouds piling up on
either side In piilared splendors as he went
through, tEeading the pathless air, higher
md high until be came to the foot of the
throne. and all heaven kept tubilee at the
return Of the eonquerer. ..-. ..as. 4..s 20
! say once more, Christ is the everlasting
song. The very best singers sometimes get
tired; the strongest thrnats sometimes get
weary, and many who sang very sweetiy do
not sing now, but | hope by the grace of God
se will, after while, go up aBd sing the
praises Of Christ where We viii newer be
weary. You know there are some songs that
are especially appropriate for the home circle.
They stir the soul, they start the tears. they
turn the heart in on itself, and keep sounding
after the time has stopped, like some cathe-
dral bell which, long after the tap Of the
brazen tongue has ceased, keeps throbbins on
the air. Well, it will be q home song in
heaven; all the sweeter because those who