Fort Worth weekly gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1888-03-09

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shout child's departure. The saoun
said: "She folded her hands, kissed he
mother goodbye, sang her hymn, turned
and then died"
"0h, If could gather up in one pers.
graph the last words of the little one!
who have gone out from all these Chris
tian circles, and l could picture the cain
looks, and the folded hands, and sWee
departure, methinks It would be CRANE
and beautiful IS one Of Heavens gFea
doxolOgies.
next speak Of Christ IS the cid mSn',
song. Quick music loses its charm FOL
the fged esr. The schoolgirl ask;
for schottish ora glee; but
her grandmother asks for "Balerma" Oh
she "PGrtuguese hymn" Fifty years Of
trouble have tanned the spirit, and the
keys of the music b06rd must have q
solemn tread. Though the voice may be
tremuleus, SO that grandfather will moi
trust it in church, still he has the psalm.
book open before him, and he sings with
his soul. He huns his grandchlld ASLEEP
with the same tune he sang forty years
ago in the old cO1ntry meeting house.
Some day the choir sings 8 tune so old
that the young people do not know it, but
IT STARTS TIE TEARS
down the cheek of the aged man, for Il
reminds him Of the revival scene in which
he participated, and Of the rsdiant faces
that long since went to dust, and of the
gray haired minister leaning over the pul.
pit and sounding the good tidings OF greet
joy
I was one Thanksgiving dsy in my
pulpit, in Syracuse, N. Y and Rev
Daniel Waldo, at ninet7-eight years Of
age, stood beside me. The choir sang 8
tune. said, az am sorry they sang that
new tune; nobody seems to know it,
"Bless you, my son," said the old man
81 heard that seventy years sgo!"
There was song to-day that touched
the life OF the aged with holy FIRE, end
kindled glory on their vision that oul
younger eyesight can not see. It WAS the
song OF sslvAtion-Jesus, who fed them
all their lives long; Jesus, who wiped
away their tesrs; Jesus, VINO stood by
them when ell else failed; Jesus, II
whose name their marriage was con-
secrated, and whose resurrection has
poured light upon the graves OF theil
departed. Blessed the Bible in which
specialized old age reads the promise,
81 will never leave you, never forsakt
you'll" Blessed the staff on which the
WORKOUT pilgrim totters on toward the
welcome CT his Redeemer! Blessed the
hymn book III which the faltering tongue
and the failing eyes find Jesus, the ole
man's song!
speak 10 you sgaIn OF Jesus as the
night-sopg. job speaks OF him who
giveth Songs in the night. John Welc6
the old Scotch minister, used to put 8
plaid Gcross his bed on cold nights, anC
some one asked him why he put thai
there. he said, ooh, sometimes in the
night want to sing the praise of Jesus
and TO get down and prsy; then JUS
take that plaid and wrap it around me, tC
keep myself from the cold" Songs il
the night! Night of trouble has comE
down upon many of you. Commercial
losses put out one star, slanderous abuse
put out another star, domestic bsreave
ment has put out a thousand lights, enC
gloom has added to gloom, and chill t
chill, and sting to sting, and enc mid
night has seemed to borrow the fold
from another midnight to wrap itself II
more unbearable darkness; but Christ hal
spoken peace to your heart, and you car
sing,
jesus, lover of my soul,
Let tine to thy bosom 1y,
Whi e the pillows near me roll;
Whi e the tempest still is high,
| Hide me, oh, my Savior hide
Till the storm Of life Is past,
| Safe into the haven guide;
| Oh, receive my soul at last
Songs in the night Songs in the night
For the sick, who have no one to turn the
hot pillow, no one to put the taper on the
stand, no one to put ice on the temple, Of
pour out the soothing anodyne, or utter
one cheerful Word-yet songs in the
night! For the poor, who freeze in the
winters cold, and swelter in the sum
Iher's heat, and MUNICH the hard crusts
that bleed the sore gums, and shiver IN,
der blankets that esnnot any longer bt
pi ched, and tremble because rent-day il
come and they may be set out on the
sidewalk, and looking into the
starved face of the child and seeing fam
inc there and death there, coming home
frcm the bakery and saying, in the pres
enCe Of the little famished ones, "Oh, my
God, -four has gone up!" Yet songs in
the night! Songs in the night! For the
widow who goes to get the back pay a
her HUSBAND, slain by the "shnrp- shoot
ers" and knows it is the last help she vii
have, moving out Of a comfortable hons
in desolatiop, death turning back from
the exhsustiDg cough and the pale cheeE
and the lusteEless eye, and refusing 8
relief. Yet songs in the night! Songs il
the night! For the soldier in the field
hospital, no surgeon to bind up the gun
shot fracture, no water for the hot lips
so kind hand to brush away the flies from
the fresh wound, no one to take the low
ing farewell, the groaning Of others
poured into his own groan, the blasphe my
Of others pioWiDg up mis- own spirit, the
condensed bitterness Of dying away from
home among strangers. Yet songs in the
night! Songs in the night! "Ah!" sale
one dying soldier, "tell my mother thai
Hast night there was not one cloud be-
tween my soul aud Jesus" Songs in the
night! Songs in the night!
The Sabbsth-d&y las come. From the
affairs OF 10000 churches has smoked NJ
the SAVIOR Of sacrifice. Ministers Of the
gospel are now preaching in plain
English, in broad Scotch, in flowing
Italisn, in harsh Choctaw. Gods people
bsve assembled in HIndoo temple, anC
MoraVisn church, and Quaker meeting
house, and Sailors bethel, and kings
chapel, and high-toWered cathedral
They sang, and the seng foated OF
amidst the spice groves, or struck the
icebergs, or fl Dated Of into the western
pines. or was drowned in the clsmor O!
the great cities. Lumbermen sang it,
and
THE FACTORY GIRLS,
snd the children in the Sabbath class
and fha traiDpd chOirz IN great aasem