Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1888-01-14

Dlcsseu place. III shOulu take paper anu
pencil do YOU think | could put them all
DOWN. All, my friends, the waves OF
Jordan roar so hoarsely, we cannot hear
the JOY on the other side when that group
is augmented. 1t is graves here, and COT
fins and hearses here. A little child
mother had died, and they comforted her.
They said, Your mother has gone to
heaven-don't cry and, the next day
they went to the graveyard, and they laid
the body of the mother down into the
ground; and the little girl came up to the
verge Of the grave, and, looking down at
the body of her mother, said. rs this
heavenH' On. we have M idea what
heaven is. 1t is the grave here--it is
darkness here-butthere is merry-mak!ng
yonder. Methinks when a soul arrives,
some angel takes it around to show it the
wonders of that
BLESSED PLACE
The usher-angel says to the newly-ar-
rived, These are the martyrs that per-
ished at Piedmont; these were torn TO
pieces at the lnquisition; this is the throne
of the great Jehovah; this is Jesus" II
am going to see Jesus" said a dying
boy: II am going to see Jesus" The
UllSEiOlliTt stAlu, LOU art SURF YOU VIII
see him. 'Oh! yes; that's what | want
to go to heaven for" But" said the
missionary, suppose Jesus should go
away from heaven-what them Il
should follow Him." said the dying boy.
But if Jesus went down 10 hell-what
them The dying boy thought for a
moment, and then said, Where Jesus is
there can be no hellr' Oh. to stand in
III, ,-.,,o, That ,.,n a., baovnt nI
to put our hand in that hand which was
wounded for US on the cross-to go around
amid the groups of the redeemed, and
shake hands with the prophets, and apos-
ties, and martyrs, and with our W dear,
beloved ones. That will be the
GREAT REUNION.
We cannot imagine it now, our loved
ones seem SO far away. When we are III
trouble and lonesome, they don't seem to
come to us. We go on the banks of the
Jordan and call across to them, but they
don't seem to hear. We say, is it well
with the childY Is it well with the loved
ones?' and we listen to hear if any voice
come back over the waters. None! nonel
Cnbelief says, they are dead, and they
are annihilated " but, blessed be God!
we have a Bible that tells us different.
We open it and we find they are neither
dead nor annihilated-that they never
were SO much alive as now-that they are
only waiting for our coming, and that
VIZ shall join them on the other side of
the river. Oh, glorious reunion! we can
not grasp it now. Eye hath not seen.
nor ear heard neither have entered into
the heart Of man the things which God
hath prepared for them that love Him"
Oh, what a place Of explanation it will
bel
THE MYSTERIES OF PROVIDENCE.
! see, every day, profound mysteries of
providence. There iG no question that
we ask oftener than why? There are
hundreds of graves in Greenwood and
Laurel Hill that need to be explained.
Hospitals for the blind and lame, asylums
for the idiotic and insane, alms-houses for
the destitute, and IA world of pain and
misfortune that demand more than human
solution. All, God will clear it all up.
In the light that pours from the throne
no dark mystery can live. Things now
utterly inscrutable will be illumined as
plainly as though the answer was written
on the jasper wall, or sounded in the TEN
pie anthem. Bartimeus will thank God
tlldL lt Il bIlnl, uiiN LdLdi 10 tIid llt
was covered with sores; and Joseph that
he was cast into the pit; and Paul that
he was h~umpbacked; and David that he
was driven from Jerusalem; and that in
valid that for twenty years could not lift
his head from the pillows; and that wild
ow that she had such hard work to earn
bread for her children. The song will be
THE GRANDER
for e2rth's weeping eyes, and aching
heads, and exhausted hands, and scourged
backs, and martyred agonies. But we can
get no idea of that anthem here. We APP
prcciate the power of secular music, but
do wcappreciatc the power of sacred songy
There is nothing more inspiriting to me
than a whole congregation lifted on the
wave of holy melody. When we sing
some of those dear old psalms and tunes
they rouse all the memories Of the past.
Why, some of them were cradle songs in
our fathers house. They are all spark
ling with the morning dew Of a thousand
Christian Sabbaths. They were sung by
brothers and sisters gone nOw-by voices
that were aged and broken in the music
voices none the less sweet because they
did tremble and break. When | hear
these old songs sung, it seems as if all the
old country meeting houses joined in the
chorus, and city church and sailors
Bethel and Western cabins, until the con
tent lifts the
DOX0LOGY
and the sceptres of eternity beat time in
the music. Away then with your s~tarvel.
ling tunes that chill tb, devotions of the
sanctuary, and make 'ne people sit silent
when Jesus is marching on to victory.
When generals come back from victorious
wars. don't we cheer them and shout.
"Huzza, huZza?" and when Jesus passes
along in the conquest of the earth, shall We
not nave for Him one loud ringing cheer
"All hail the power OF Jesus name!
Let angels PROSTATE fall,
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord OF all.n
But, my friends, if music IN earth is Sc
: sweet, what will it be in heaven The,
all know the tune there. All the bes
singers of all the ages will join it-choir
of white-robed children, choirs Of patri
archs. choirs Of apostles. Morning star
clapping their cymbals. Harpers will
their harms. Great anthems of God rOl