Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1888-03-17

ID the night John Welch, the old Scotch
minister, used 10 put plaid across his bed on
cold nights aud some one assed him why he
put that there. He said:
70, sometimes In the night ] want TO sing
the praise OF Jesus and get down and pray;
then Just take that plaid aud wrap II aronnd
me to keep myself from the cold"
Songs In the night Night Of trouble has
come down upon many Of YOU. Commercial
losses put out one star, slanderous abuse put
out another star, domestic bereavement has
put out a thousand lights and gloom has
been added TO gloom, and chill to chill, and
sting 70 sting, and one midnight has seemed
TO borrow the fold from another midnight to
wrap itself in more uubearable darkness; but
Christ has spoken peace to your heart aud you
can sing:
Jesus lover Of my soul.
Let me 10 Thy bosom nv,
:, While the tempest I'll still Is high
Hide me. y. my Saviour, hide
TIL the storm OF life is past,
o. receive my soul at last"
PRAISE DESPITE THE MISERY.
Songs ia the night Songs 10 the night For
the sick who have no one 10 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 aud MUNICH the hard crusts
that bleed the sore gums and shiver under
| blankets that cannot any longer be patched
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and they may be set OFT 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. ms God,
| -four has gone upi" 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,n and knows IL is the last
| help she will have, moving out OF a comfort
able come in desolation, death turning back
fiol. Jxhaustlng 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
bind 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 grOaning 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 "AhW said one dying soldier,
"tell INV mother that last night there was not
one cloud between nv soul aud Jesusn Songs
In the night Songs In the nightl
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 Choetaw.
Gods people have assembled in Hindoo
tempel, and Moravian church, and Quaker
meeting house, and sailors bethel and
hIuE Cudpcis LOAGTeu cdAuEufai.
They sang, and the song hoated of amidst
| the spice groves or struck the icebergs, or
| foated OFF into the western pines, or was
| drowned In the clamor of the great cities.
Lumbermen sang ii, aud the factory girls,
| and the children in the Sabbath class and
the trained choirs in great assemblages.
| Trappers, with the same voice with which
theS shouted yes erday in the stag hunt aud
mariners with threats that only few DAYS
ago sounded in the hoarse blast of the sea
hurricane, they sang II. One theme for the
sermons One burden for the song. Jesus
for the invocation Jesus for the Scripture
lesson. Jesus for he baptlsmal font Jesus
| for the sacramentRl cup. Jesus for the bene-
diction. But the day W II go by. 1t will
| roll away on swift wheels Of light and love.
Again the churches viii De 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 aud one bened;ction. What shall we
| preach tonight What shall we resdl What
shall IL be, ehildrenl Aged men and women,
what shall II bel Young men aud madens,
what shall it bei II you dared 10 break the
silence OF this auditory, there would come MP
thousands Of quick aud jubilaut voices cry
| ing out: "Let IL be Jesusl JesusW We slug
| 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 slug His ministry the tears He wiped
away from the eyes Of the orphans, the lame
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/ who from the bier bounded out into the sun
| light her locks shaking down over the flush
/ ed cheek; the hungry thousand who broke
i the bread as it blossomed Into larger loaves-
/ that miracle by which boy with five loaves
and two fishes became the suiler for
whole army,
TUE EVERLASTING SONG.
We sing His sorrows, His stone bruised feet,
| His aching heart His mountain loneliness,
| His desert hunger, His storm-pelted body,
1 tha nfo 80 pf teh ~ zhpt thrnr1Uh
last moments, and the immeasurable ocean of
torment that heayed up against His cross In
one foamng, wrathful, omnipotent surge, the
sun dashed out and the dead, shroud-
| wrapped, breaking open their sepulchres and
rushing out 20 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
splendors as He went through, tIeading the
painless air. higher and higher until He came
to the foot of the throne aud all heaven kept
Jubilee at the return of the C0nuueror.
/ say once more Christ is the everlasting
song. The very best singers sometimes get
tired the strongest Threats sometimes get
weary, and many who sang very sweetlY do
not sing now, but hope by the Grace OF God
we will, after while, go up aud 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 ia 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 be a home song In
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 GEAR TO mes
When shall my iabors have an end
In joy and peace In thee
THE GREAT HARVEST HOME.
On earth we sang harvest songs as the
wheat came into tine barn and the barracks
/ were filled. You know there is no such time
| on farm as when they get the crops in; aud
| so IN heaven il will be a harvest song on the
part of those who on earth sowed ia tears and
reaped in Joy. Lift up your heads, ye ever
lasting gates, aud let the sheayes come in!
I | Angels shout all through the heavens, and
multitudes come down the hills crying "Har
vest home harvest homei"
{ There is nothing more bewitching TO ones
| ear than the song of sailors far out at sea
/ whether in day or night as they pull away al
the ropes-the music is weird and thrilling
I So the song In heaven will be sailors song
I. They were voyagers once, aud thought thel
0 could never get to shore, and before thel
+; could get things snug and trim the cyclone
! struck them, But now they are safe. Oncs
1 thav want with damRned rigging, guns of dis