The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1888-03-16
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nestle circle on earth shall JOIN that r, VaF
harmony:
Jerusalem, my happy home
Name ever dear TO me;
When shall my labors have an end
In JOY and peace in thee!
On earth we sang harvest songs as the
wheat came in to the barn and the bar
racks were filled. You know there is no
such time on a farm as when they get the
crops in; and so in Heaven it will be
harvest song on the part OF those who OF
earth sowed in tears and reaped in joy
Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates
and let the sheaves come inI Angels shout
all through the heavens, and multi tudes
come down the hill crying: Harvest
homei harvest homel'
There is nothing more bewitching 60
ones ear than the song Of sailors far out
at sea, whether in day or night, as they
pull away at the ropes-the music is
weird and thrilling. So the song In
Heaven will be a sailors song. They
were voyagers once, and thought they
could never get to shore, and before they
could get things sn and trim the cy-
clone 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 that took them through the
straits, the eternal shore on which they
! landed.
Ay, it will be the chiIdern's song. You
know very we'll that the vast majority Of
our race die I'm infancy, and 10 is estimat-
| ed 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-ahi that viii be music for
| you'll 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 crocod lies
or into the fire; these came up from Chris.
| tian homes. and these were fondlings on
the city commons-children everywhere
| in all that land; children 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 are in
vast majority, aud what a song when
they lift it around about the throne
The Christian singers and composers of
all ages will be there TO join in that song.
Thomas Hastings will be there. Lowell
l 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 there. The two hundred singers that
ass listed on that day will be there Patri-
archs who lived amidst threshing floors,
! shepherds who watched amidst Chaldean
| 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 leaping cohorts of fire, and soma
! will speak of the Jesus OF whom they
| proph and others Of Jesus for whom
they d I'd oh, what a song ! It came 10 John
| upon Patmos; it came to Calvin i'm 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
sometimes breaks over the battlements Of
| Heaven.
A Christian wo man, the wife of a min
lister of the Gospel, was dying in the par
sonage near the old church, where on Sat
urday night the choir used to assembl O
and rehearse for the following Sabbath,
and she said:
''How strangely sweet tho choir re
hearses tonight; they have been re-
hearsing there for an hour"
"No," said some one about her, 'the
choir is not rehearsing tonight"
''Yes," she said, 'T know they are, ]
hear them sing; how very sweetly they
singW
Now it was not 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 rapture
greets our ears. The minstrels Of Heaven
strike such a tremendous strain the walls
Of Jasper can not hold it.
l wonder viii you sing that songg VIII
sing It? Not unless our sins are par
doned, and we learn now to sing tho
praise Of Christ, will we ever sing II
there. The first great con cert / ever AZ.
tended was in New York, when Jul len a.,
in the "Cry Palace" stood before
handreds of singers and hundreds
of players upon Instruments. Some
of you may remember that occa-
sion; it was tine first one Of tha kind at
which I was present, and l shall never
forget it. ] saw that one man standing,
and with the hand and foot WELD thai
great harmony, beating the time. II
was to me overwhelming. But oh, the
grander scene when they shall come from
the east and from the west, and from
tile north and from the south, "R 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 to conduct the harmony, with his
wounded hands and his wounded feet
| Like the voice of many waters, like the
voice Of mighty thun derinRs, they shall
| cry: 'W orthy is the Lamb that was slam
tOreceive blessings, aud riches, aud honor,
and glory. and power, world " ithOut end.
| Amen and amen J" Oh, IL my ear shall
hear no other sweet sounds, may / hear
thatl II join no other glad aasembage,
may join that.
was reading of the battle Of Agin
court ia which Henry V. figured; and It Is
said after the battle was won. f,iuriously Y
won, the King wanted to acknowledge
the divine interposition, ifnd he ordered
the chaplain to read the Psalm of 1DavidR
and when he came to the word, Not unto
us, o Lord, bat unto thy name be the
praise" the King dismounted and all the
/ cavalry dismounted, and all the gre az
host, Off GERS and men, threw themselves
on their faces. Oh, at the story Of the
/ Saviour's love and the Env1our7s do
| liverance, shall we not prostrate OUR
selves before him now, hosts of earth and
hosts Of Heaven, falling upon cut face
/ and crying: mot INTO us, not unto as,
but unto Thy name be the glory ~