Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1888-03-10
=ACooMAc G. H. Va SATURDAY, MARCH 10, 1883

CHECK OF Cne aged man, for 1t reminds MIN or
the revival scene in which he participated,
and Of tho radiant faces that long since went
to dust, and of the gray haired minister lean
ing over the pulpit, and sounding the good
tidings Of great joy.
was one Thanksgiving day in my pulpit
in Syracuse, N. Y, and Rev. Daniel Waldo,
ct 9S years of age, stood beside me. The
choir sang tune. I said: 81 am sorry they
sang that new tune; nobody seems to know
it." "Bless you, my son" said the old man,
81 heard that seventy years agol'
There was song today that touched the
life OF the aged with holy fire and kindled q
glory on their vision that our younger eye
sight cannot SEQ. 1t was the song Of saliva
tion-Jesus, who fed them all their lives
long; Jesus, who wiped away their tears;
Jesus, who stood by them when all else failed;
Jesus, in whose name their marriage was
consecrated, and whose resurrection has
poured light upon tho graves of their de-
parted. Blessed the Bible in which spec
tacled old age reads the promise: II will
never leave you, never forsake YOUR Blessed
tho stuff on which the worn out pilgrim tot
tiers OH toward the welcome Of his redeemeri
Blessed the hymn book in which the falter-
ing tongue and the failing eyes find Jesus,
the old mans song.
speak to ,youagain of Jesus as the night
song. job speaks Of him who giveth songs
in the night. John WEIGH, tho old Scotch
minister, used to put plaid across his bed
on cold nights, and some one asked him why
he put thut there Hc said: ooh, some
times in the night I 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 como down
upon many Of you. Commercial losses put
out one star, slanderous abuse puts out IN
other star, domestic bereavment has put out
thousand lights, and gloom has been added
to gloom, and chill to chill, and sting to
sting, and one midnight has seemed to bor-
row the fold from another midnight to wrap
itself III more unbearable darkness; but
Christ has spoken peace to your heart, and
you can sing:
Jesus, lover OF my soul,
Let ne to thy bosom fly
While the pillows near Inc roll
While the tempest still is high.
Hide me- Oh, my Saviour hide
Till the storm OF life is past,
Safe into the haven guide;
Oh, receive my soul ct last.
Songs in the night! Songs in the night!
For tho sick, who have no one to turn the hot
pillow, no one to put the taper OIL tho 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 tho hard
crusts that bleed the sore gums, and shiver
under blankets that cannot any longer be
patched, and tremble because rent day is
come and they may be set out on the side
walk, and looking into the starved face Of
child and seeing famine there and death
there, coming home from the bakery, ard
saying, in the presence of the little furnished
ones: ''Oh, my God, flour has gone up!"
Yet songs in the night! Songs in the
night For tho widow who goes to get the
back pay of her husband, slain by the "sharp
shooters,n and knows it is the last help
she will have, moving out of comfortable
home in desolation, death turning back from
the exhausting cough, and the pale cheek,
and the lusterlcss eye, and refusing all re-
lief. Yet songs in the night! Songs in the
night For the soldier in the field hospital,
no surgeon to bind up the gun shot 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 groan-
ing of others poured into his own groan, the
blasphemy of others blowing up his own
spirit. the condensed bitterness of dying
away from home among strangers Yet
songs in the night Songs in the night
"Ah!" said one dying soldier, "tell my
mother that last night there was not one
cloud between my soul and Jesus. Songs in
the night! Songs in the night
Tho Sabbath day has come. from the
affairs of ton thousand churches has smoked
I'D the SAVIOR Of sacrifice. Ministers of the
gospel arc now preaching in plain English,
in broad Scotch, in flowing Italian, in harsh
Choctaw. Gods people have assembled in
Hindoo temple, and Moravian church, and
Quaker meeting house, and sailors bethel,
and kings chapel, and high lowered cathe-
dral They sang, and the song foated OF
amidst the spice groves, or struck tho ice
bergs, or noated off into the western pines, or
was drowned in the clamor of the great cities.
Lumbcrmen sang it, and the factory girls,
and the children in the Sabbath class,
and the trained choirs i'll great u.s.
semblagcs Trappers, with tho same voice
with which they shouted yesterday in
the stag hunt, and mariners with Threats
that only few days ago sounded in tho
hoarse blast of the sea hurricane, they sang
il. One tholne for the sermons. One burden
for the song Jesus for the invocation.
Jesus for the Scripture lesson. Jesus for the
baptismal font. Jesus for the sacramento
cup. Jesus for the benediction. But the day
will go by. 1t will roll away on swift wheels
of light and love. Again the churches will
be lighted Tides of people again setting
down the streets Whole families coming up
the church aisle. We must have one more
sermon, two prayers, three songs, and one
bcnediction What shall we preach tonight
What shall we read? What shall it DO, chill
drcn? Aged men and women, what shall it
be? Young men and maidens, what shall it
be? If you dared to break the silence of this
auditory there would come up thousands Of
quick and jubilant voices crying out, "Let it
be Jesus! Jesusl"
We sing his birth-the barn that sheltered