The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-03-05

the praises of Christ where we Will never 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 they keep sounding after the tune has
stopped, like some Cathedral-bcll which,
long after the tap of the brazen tongue has
ceased, keeps throbbing ON the air. Wen,
1t will be home song in heaven, all the
sweeter becau,e those who sang with us in
the domestic circle ON earth shall join that
great harmony.
Jerusalem, my happy home,
Name ever dear to me;
When shall my lubors have an end
IN JOY and peace in thee?'
On earth we sang harvest songs as the
wheat came into the barn, and the barracks
were filled You know there is no such
time on farm as when they get the crops
in; and SO in heaven it will be "A harvest
song on the part of those who on earth
sowed in tears and reaped in joy. Lift up
your heads, We everlasting gates, and let
the sheaveS come inl Angels shout ali
through the heavens, and multitudeS come
down the hills crying, Harvest home!
harvest homeW
There is nothing more bewitching to one's
ear than the song of sailors far out at sea,
whether in day or night, as they pull away
at the ropos-the music is weird and thrill
ing. So the song in heaven will be sailors
song They were voyagers once, and
thought they could never got to Shore and
before they could get things snug and trim
the cyclone struck them But now they
are safe. Once they went with damaged
rigging, guns of distress booming through
the storm; but the pilot came aboard, and
he brought them into the harbor. Now they
sing of the breakers past, the lighthouses
that showed them where to sail, the pilot
hot hnn eyb hn or 70 ata
nal shore on which they landed.
Ay, it will be the children's song. You
know very well that the vast majority of
our race die in infancy, and it is estimated
that eighteen Thousand millions of the little
ones are standing before God. When they
shall rise up about the throne to sing, the
millions and the millions of the little ones
ahl that will be music for youl These
played in the streets of Babylon and
Thebes these plucked lilies from the foot
Of Olivet while Christ was preaching about
them; these waded in Sloan; these were
victims of Herod's massacre; these were
thrown to crocodies or into the fire; these
came up from Christian homes, and these
were foundlings on the city commons
children everywhere in all that land; chill
dren in the towers, children on the seas of
glass, children on the battlements. All, if
you do not like children do not go there.
They arc in vast majority, and what "A song
when they lift 1t around about the thronel
The Christian singers and composers of all
ages will be there TO Join i'll that song
Thomas Hastings will be there. Lowell
Mason will be there. Bradbury will be
there. Beethoven and Mozart will be
there They who sounded the cymbals and
the trumpets in the ancient temples will be
there. The forty thousand harpers that
stood at the ancient dedication will be
here. The two hundred singers that
assisted on that day will be there. Patri-
archs who lived amidst threshing floors,
shepherds who watched amidst Cbaldean
hills, prophets who walked, with long
boards and coarse apparel pronouncing
woe against ancient denominations. will
meet the more recent martyrs who went up
with leapng cohorts of fire; and some will
speak of the Jesus of whom they prophe-
sied and others of the Jesus for whom they
died. Oh, what songl 1t came to John
upon PatmOs; it came to Calvin in the
prison; it dropped TO John Knox in the fire;
and sometimes that song has come TO your
ear, perhaps, for / really do think it some
times breaks over the battlements of
heaven.
A Christian woman, the wife Of a minis
ter of the Gospel, was dying in the par
sonage near the old church, where on Satur-
day night tho choir used to assemble and
rehearse for the following Sabbath, and she
said: "How strangely sweet the choir re-
hearses tonight; they have been rehearsing
there for an hourn "No,n said some one
about her, ''the choir is not rehearsing to-
night" YES" she said, "Iknow they are,
| hear them sing; how very sweetly they
singn Now it was not q choir of earth
that she heard, but the choir of heaven. |
think that Jesus sometimes sets ajar the
door Of heaven, and passage of that rap
ture greets our ears. The minstrels Of
heaven strike such a tremendous strain, the
walls of jasper cannot hold it,.
| wonder, will you sing that song2 VIII
/ sing it. Not unless our sins are par6oned,
and we learn now TO sing the praise of
Christ will we ever sing 1t there. The first
great concert that | ever attended was in
New York, when Julien, in the Crystal
Palace" stood before hundreds Of singers
and hundreds Of players upon instruments.
Some of you may remember that occasion;
it was the first one of the kind at which |
was present, and | shall never forget it. |
saw that one man standing, and with the
hand and foot wild that great har-
mony, beating the time. IL was to
me overwhelming But oh, the grander
scene when they shall come from the
east and from the west and from the north
and from the SOUTH "a great multitude
that no man can number" INTO the temple
of the skies, host beyond host rank beyond
rank, gallery above gallery, and Jesus shall
stand before that great host 20 conduct the
harmony with his wounded hands and his
wounded foot Like the voice Of many
waters, like the voice Of mighty thunder
ings, they shall cry: "Worthy is the Lamb
that was slain 10 receive blessings, and
riches, and honor, and glory, and power,
world without end. Amen and amenp
On, If my ear shall hear no other sweet
sounds, may hear thatl If / join no
other glad assemblage, may join that.
/ was reading of the battle Of Agincourt,
in which Henry V. figured; and it is said
after the battle was won, gloriously won,
the King wanted TO acknowledge the divine
interposition, and he ordered the chaplain
10 read the Psalm of David; and when he
came to the word, mot unto us, o Lord,
but unto Thy name be the praise" the King
dismounted and all the cavalry dismounted,
and all the great host, officers aud men,
threw themselves on their faces. Oh, at
the story OF the Saviour's love and tho
Saviour's deliverance, shall We not pros
trate ourselves before Him now, hosts of
earth and hosts Of heaven, falling upon our
faces, and crying, Not unto US, not unto
us, but unto Thy name be the glory!n
Minnie Teppe Dies.