Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1888-03-05

sang forty years ago in the old coun-
! try meeting house. Some day the
choir sings = hymu so old that the young
people DO lot know it; hut it starts the
! tears down the cheek of the aged man. for
it reminds him Of the revival scene in
which he participated, aud OF the radiant
| faces that long since went to dust, and OF
the Iray.haired minister leaning over the
pulpit, and sounding the good tidiugs Of
| great Joy.
! was
ONE THANKSGIVING.
in my pulpit, in Syracuse, New York, and
| Rev. Daniel Waldo, at ninety. eight years
of age, stood beside me. The choir sang
tune, ! said, 81 am sorry they sang that
new tune; nobody seems to know it. ~
Bless you, my aon, said the old man, 81
heard that seventy years ago
There was 4 song to-day that touched
! the lie of the aged with holy ire, and
! kindled n glory on their vision that our
! younger eye sight can not see /; was the
song Of salvation--Jesus who ted them all
! their lives louE, Jesus, who wiped away
! their tears; Jesus, wha stood by them when
| all else FILLED; Jesus, in whOac name their
marriage was conSeCTatcd, aud whose resur-
rection has poured light upon the graves OF
! their departed Blessed the Biblein which
| spectaCled old aye reads the promise, 81
will never leave you never forsake you
| Blessed the stan on which the worn out
pilgrim totteIs on toward the welcome Of
his Redcemer Ets el the hymn book in
which the ialteriug tongue and the lailtng
| eyes find Jesus, the old man i song
speak to you again Of Jesus "a the
nigh, 30ng. Job speaks Of him who giveth
| sougs in the night John Welch, the old
Scotch minister used to put plaid across
! his bed OH cold night4, aud some one
asked him Why he put that there. He
| said. "Oh, sometimes in the night 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
I Night Of trouble has come down upon
many of yCu Commercial losses put ont
one star, sllnderous abuse put out another
| star, domestic bereavement has put out q
| thousand lights, and gloom has been added
/ to gloom, and chill to chill, and sting to
sting, and one midnight has seemed to
| borrow the fold from another midnight to
wrap itself in more unbearabie darkness;
| but Christ has spoken peace to your heart
and y0u can sing.
Jesus lover ulmy soul
Let me % tUF HJSuiu lis.
while in, h.lIuW> near ne roll
While d., tempest sl.lI j. hiEh
Hid, mv oh my saviour hide
TIL 'hv storm OF iilc b. past.
safe into iAr A0vyI guile.
on Tvc".E" my sOul HI last.
SONGS ~ THE NIGHT!
Songs in the night For the sick, who
| have no one TO turn the hot pillow, no one
| TO put the taper on the stand, no one to
| put ice on the temple, or pour out the
soothing auOdyne, or utter one cheerful
word yet songs in the night For the
! poor, VINO freeze in the winters cold and
| swelter in the summers heat, aud MUNICH
| the hard cTusts that bleed the sore gums,
and shiVer under blankets that cannot any
| longer be patched, ana trembe because
rent day is come and they may he srt out
on tie sidewalk, aAd looking iatJ the
starved face of the child and 9eciug famine
there aud death there, coming home from
the bakery, and saying, in the presence Of
the little furnished ones "OA, my God
| flour ha4 gone up' Yet songs in the night
Songs in the night For the widow who
goc7 to get the back pay of her husband
| slain by 'sharpshoOters, and knows it l.
! the last help she will have, moving out OF
a comfortable homr IA d,sOlatiOn, death
! turning back from the eNhaustlng cough,
and the pale cheek, aud the lUstreless eye,
and refusing all relief. Yet songs in the
night, Songs in tue night For the
soldier in the field hospital, no surgeon to
| bind up the gun shot fracture, no water for
the hot lips. 10 kind hand to brush away
/ the lies from the fresh wound, no one to
| take the loving farewell, the gruapiug Of
others poured into his own groan, the
blasphemy OF others plowing up his own
spirit, the condensed bitterness Of dying
away from home among strangers Yet
songs in the night Songs ia the uipht
"Ah" said one dying soldier, "tcll my
mother that last night there was not one
cloud between my soul aud Jcsu'." $pngr
IN the night Songs in the night
THE sARRAgH DAY HAS COME.
From the altars Of ten thousand churches
has smoked mp the SAVIOR of sacrifice. Min
isters OF the Gospel are now preaching in
plain Eoglish, in broad Scotch, in How ING
Italian, in harsh Choctaw. Gods people
have assembled in Hind00 temple, and
Morayian church, and QGaker meeting
house, and sa.lor5' Bethel, and kings
chapel, and high lowered cathedral. They !
sang, and the sony tIoated oil amidst the |
spice groves or struck the icebergs or |
noated on into the Western pines, or WAS |
drowned in the clamor Of the great cities. |
Lumbermen ,ang it, and the factory .
Urls. and the children in the Sab .
bah class, and the trained choirs in great .
assemblagPs TrapperS with the same .
voice with which they shouted yesterday in
the stag hunt, and mariners with thr0a's
that only q few days ag0 sounded in the
hoagsn blast Of the sea hurricane, they
sang il. Oue theme for the sermons. One
burden for the song. Jesus for the invO-
cation. Jesus for the Scripture lesson.
Jesus for the bar'ismal font Jesus for
he sacramental cup. Jesus for the benH-
dction. But the day will 90 by. Il will
roll away on swift wheels OF light and love
Again the churches will he lighted. Tides
Of people again setting down the streets.
Whole families coming up the church aisle.
We must have one more sermon, t"o
prayers, three songs, and one benedichon.
What shall we preach to night Nh.l
shall we read, What shall it be, children,
Aged men aud women, what shall IT he.
Young men and maideus what shall it be-
If you dared to break the silence OF this
auditory. there would come mp thousands
of quick and iubiIlnt voices, crying out,
LIT il be Jesus Jesus
WE sISG HIS BIRTH
the barn that sheltered him, the mother
that unr-ed him, the cattle that fei beside
him. the angels that woke the shepherds,
shaking light over the midnight hills.
We sing his ministry tears we 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 sunlight, her locks shaking down over {
the flushed cheek the hungry thousand !
who broke the bread a. it hloSsOmed into
larger loaves-that miracle by which
how with five loayes aud two fishes became
the sutler for whole army. We sing hls
sorrows-his stone bruised feet, his aching l
heart his mountain loneliness, his desert f
hunger, his stOne-peltcd body, the eternity =
nj anguish that shot through his lO't mo.
ments, and the immeasurable ocean OF tor