The Nicodemus cyclone. [volume] (Nicodemus, Graham County, Kan.) 1887-1888, 1888-03-09
Jesus lover of my soul,
Let me TO Thy bosom fly,
While tue pillows near me roll,
While the tempest still is high.
Hide me. q, my Saviour, hide
Till the storm of life is past,
Safe into the haven guide;
q, receive my soul at last"

Hide me. q, my Saviour, hide
TIL the storm of life is past,
ea1e into the haven guide;
., receive my soul at last"
- PRAISE DESPITE THE MISERY.
Songs i'll the night Songs in the night Fol-
the SICK who have no one to turn the hot pill
low, no one to put the taper on the stand, no
one to put ice on the temple or 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
summers heat and MUNICH the hard crusts
that bleed the sore gums and SILVER under
blankets that cannot any longer be patched
and tremble because the rent day is coming
ana 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 pres
ence of the little famished ones, 20, nv God,
Hour has gone UpW 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 "sharp-shOoters, =" and knows it is the last
| help she will have, moving out of a comfort
able home i'll desolatiOn, death turning back
flom eXhausting cough and the pale cheek
and the lusterless eye refusing all relief. Yet
songs in the night Songs in the night! For
| the soldier in the field hospital, no surgeon to
| Dlnd up the gunshOt fracture. no water for
| the hot lips, no kind hand to brush away the
flies from the fresh wound. no one to take the
| loving farewell, the grooming of the others
| poured into his own grOan, the blasphemy of
others blowing up his own spirit, the cOndens-
| ed bitterness of dying away from home among
strangers. Yet songs in the night! Songs in
| the night! 'AhV" said one dying soldier,
tell my mother that last night there was not
| one cloud between nv soul and Jesus" Songs
| in the night! Songs in the night!
| ONE THEME FOR CHRISTIANS
The Sabbath day has come. From the
affairs Of 10000 churches has smoked up the
SAVIOR of sacrifice. Ministers of the gospel
are now preaching in plain English, in broad
Scotch, in flowing Italian, in harsh ChOcta W.
Gods people have assembled in HndoO
tempel, and Moravian church, and Quaker
meeting house, and sailors bethel, and
kings chapel, and high lowered cathedral.
They sang, and the song foated off amidst
the spice groves, or struck the icebergs, or
Heated off into the 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
thet shouted yes erday in the stag hunt, and
mariners with Threats that only few DAYS
ago sounded in the hOarse blast of the sea
hurricane, they sang it. One theme for the
sermons. One burden for the song. Jesus
for the invocation. Jesus for the Scripture
lesson. Jesus for he baptismal font Jesus
Tor the sacramentai cup. Jesus for the bene-
dictton. But the day will go by. 1t will
roll away on swift wheels Of light and love.
people again setting down the streets. Whole
fam lies coming up the church aisle. We must
have one more sermon, two PRAYERS, three
songs and one benediction. What shall we
preach tonight? What shall we read! What
shall it be, children! Aged men and women,
what shall it be! Young men and maidens,
what shall it be! If YOU dared 10 break the
silence of this auditory, there would come up
thousands of quick and jubiant voices, cry
ing out: "Let it be Jesus! Jesusr' We sing
His birth, that barn that sheltered Him, the
mother that nursed Him, the cattle that fed
beside Him, the angels that woke up the shep-
herds, shaking light over the midnight hills
We sing His ministry, the tears He wiped
away from the eyes OF the orphans, the lame
men that forgot their crutches, the damsel
who from the bier bounded out into the sun
light, her locks shaking down over the flush
ed cheek; the hungry thousand who broke
the bread as it blOssOmed into larger lOaves-
that miracle by which boy with five lOaves
and two fishes became the sutler for a
whole army
TIE EVERLASTING SONG.
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 His
last moments, and the Unreasonable ocean of
torment that heaved up against His cross in
one foam NC, wrathful, omnIpotent surge, the
sun dashed out and the dead, shrOud-
wrapped, breaking open their sepulchres and
rushing out to see what was the matter. We
sing His resurrection, the guard that could
not keep Him, the sorrow of His disciples,
the clouds piling up on either side in pillared
spendOrs as He went through, Iead1ng the
painless air, higher and higher. until He came
10 the foot OF the throne, and all heaven kept
jubilee at the return Of the COnQuerOr.
| say once more Christ is the everlasting
song. The very best singers sometimes get
tired the strongest threats sometimes get
n hn tlu 10.
not sing now. but hope by the Grace OF God
We viii, after while, 90 up and sing 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 keep sounding
after the tune has stopped, like some cathe-
dral bell which. long after the tap OF the
brazen tongue has ceased, keeps thrObbing
on the air. Well, Ii will he a home song 10
heaven, all the sweeter because those who
sang with us in the domestic circle on earth
shall join that great harmony.
Jerusalem. my happy home,
Name ever dear ID ne:
When shall nv labors have an end
Ia joy and peace La thee
THE GREAT HARVEST HONE.
On earth We sang harvest songs as the
wheat came into the barn and the barracks
were filed You know there Is no such time
on a farm as when they get the crops in; and
50 ia heaven il will be 8 harvest song on the
part OF those who on earth soEed In tears aud
reaped in iOy. Lift up your heads, We ever
lasting gates. and let the sheaves come in
Angels shout ali through the heavens, aud
muItitudes come down the bills crying, "Har-
vest home harvest h0men'
There is nothing more bewitchng 10 ones
ear than the song Of sailors far out az sea,
whether in dav or night as they pull away al
the rOpes-the music Is weird ami thrilling
50 the song In heaven viii b 4 sailors song.
They were voyagers once. and thought thes
could never get 10 shore. and before they
could get things snug and trim the cyc one
struck them. But now they are safe. Once
they went with damaged rigging, guns OF DIS
tress 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
10 sal, the pilot that took them through the
straitg the efArnal abnra IN which thar Imw9aa