The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1888-03-16

ssVOO O9stu0 mOs AuO SAAVAA eono s~~s~s
I said:
~ am sorry they sang that new tune;
nobody seems 70 know Il"
'.Blsss you, my son." said the Old man.
81 heard that ssve nty years ego"
There was . song to-day that touched
The life Of the aged with holy firs, and
kindlsd . glory In their vision that our
younger syssight can not 80. Il Was the
song Of salvation-Jssus, who fed them
all their lives long; Jesus, in whose name
their marriage Was consecrated, and
whose resurrection has poured light upon
the graves Of their departed. Blessed the
Bible In which spsctacIed old age reads
the promise: ~ viii never leave you,
never forsake youv' Blessed the sta6 on
which the worn.out pilgrim totters ON TO-
ward the welcome Of his Rsdesmer!
Blessed the hymn book In which the fall
tering tongue and the failing eyes find
Jesus. the old mans song.
Ispeak to you again Of Jesus - the
night-song. Job speaks Of Him who
giveth songs in the night John WEIGH,
the old Scotch minister. used to put .
plaid across his bed ON cold nights, and
some ono asked him why he put that
there. He said, "Oh. sometimes in the
night want to sing the praise Of Jesus,
and to get down and pray; then / just
take that plaid and wrap It around me,
to keep myself from the cold" Songs in
the night Night of trouble has come
down upon many Of you. Commercial
losses put out one star, slauderous abuse
put out another star, domestic bersave.
ment has put out a thousand lights, and
gloom has been added to gloom, and
chill to chill, and sting to sting, and one
midnight has seemed to borrow the
fold tfrom another midnight to wrap
itself in more unbearable darkness;
but Christ has spoken peace to your
heart, and you can sing:
Jesus, lover Of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the pillows near me roll.
While the tempest still Is high.
Hide me. o, my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm OF life is past;
Safe into the haven guide
Oh. receive my soul ut 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, or pour out the soothing ano-
dyne, or utter one cheerful word-yet
songs in the night For the poor, who
freeze in the winters cold, and swelter
in the summers heat, and MUNICH the
hard crusts that blsed the sore gums, and
SILVER under blankets that can not any
longer be patched, and tremble because
rent day is come and they may be set out
on the sidewalk, and looking into the
starved face of the child and seeing
famine there and death there, coming
home from the bakery and saying, in the
presence Of the little famished ones: ooh,
my God, flour has gone upv' 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 'sharpshooters," and knows it is
the last help she will have, moving out of
a comfortable homo in desolation, death
turning back from the exhausting cough
and the pale cheek. and tho lusterless eye.
and refusing all relief. Yet songs in the
night For the soldier in the field hospital.
no surgeon to bind up the gunshot tract
ure, no water for the hot lips, no kind
hands to brush away the flies from the
fresh wound, no one to take the loving
farewell. the grooming Of others poured
into his own groan, the blasphemy Of
others blowing up his own spirit, the con.
densed bitterness Of dying away from
homo among strangers. Yet songs in the
night! Songs in the night "Ahw said
one dying soldier: "Tell my mother
that last night there was not ono cloud
between my soul and jesus" Songs in
tho night! Songs in the night!
Tho Sabbath day has come. From the
affairs of ton thousand churches has
smoked up the SAVIOR of sacrifice. Min.
listers Of the Gospel are now preaching in
plain English, in broad Scotch, In flow.
ing italian, in harsh Choctaw. Gods
people have assembled in Hindoo temple,
and Moravian church, and Quaker meet.
ing.house, and sailors bethel, and Kings
chapel, and high lowered cathedral.
They sang, and the song hoated of
amidst tho spice groves, or struck the ice
bergs, or floated of into tho Western
pines, or was drowned in the clamor of
the great cities. Lumbermen sang it, and
the factory girls and the children in the
Sabbath class and the trained choirs in
great assemblages. Trappers, with the
same voice with which they shouted yes.
terday in the stag hunt, and mariners,
with throats that only . few days
OF the sea hurricane, they sang
u
den for the song. Jesus for the invoca-
Jesus for the baptismal font Jesus for
diction. But the day will go by. 1t will
love. Again the churches will be lighted.
Tides of psople again setting down the
streets. Whole families coming up the
Oh iS1 hAv
mon, two prayers, three songs and one
benediction. What shall we preach to-
night? What shall we read? What shall
it be, children? Aged men and women,
what shall it be? Young mon and maid.
ems, what shall it be: II you dared to
break tho silence OF this auditory, there
would come up thousands Of quick ana
jubilant voices, crying out: "Let it bs
Jesus Jssus!"
We sing His birth-the barn that shelter.
ed Him, the mother that nursed Him, the
cattle that fed beside him, the angels that
over the midnight hills. We sing His
ministry-the tears Hs wiped away from
the eyes of the orphans, the lame men
that forgot their clutches, the damsel
who from the bier bounded out into the
sunlight, her locks shaking down over the
flushed cheeks; the hungry thousand
who broke the bread as it blossomed into
larger loaves-tbat miracle by which q
10y with five loaves and two fishes be.
came the sutler for a whole army. We
sing His sorrows-His stone bruised feet,
His aching heart, His mountain loneliness,
His desert hunger, His storm.pelted body,
the eternity Of anguish that shot through
HE Ias u,0vNonfs and ho a o,,ro n Ia
ocean of torment that heaved up against