Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1888-03-10

,.-o5r-o si.,c,i. Iou rIow Jnerc IS no sucn Jlrne
on farm as when they got the crops in; and
SO in heaven it will be harvest song on the
part of those who OH earth sowcd in tears
and reapcd in joy. Lift up your heads, ye
everlasting gates, and let the sheaves come
in! Angels shout all through the heavens,
and multitrdes como down tho hills crying:
| stHarvest homel harvest home!n
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
at the ropes; the music is weird and thrilling.
So the song i'll heaven will be sailors song.
They were voyagcrs once, and thought they
could never get to shore, and before they
could get things snug and trim tho cyclone
struck them. But now they are safe. Once
they went with damaged rigging, guns of
! distress booming through the storm; but the
pilot cnmo 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 tho children's song. You
! know very well that tho vast majority
of our race die in infancy, and it is estimated
| that eighteen thousand millions of the little
ones are standing before God When they
shall, rise up about tho throne to sing, the
millions and the millions of the little ones
ahi that will be music for youl 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 crocodiles or
into the fire; these came up from Christian
homes, nnd these were foundlings OH the city
co,nmons-children everywhere in oil that
land; children III the towers, children OH the
seas of glass, children OH the battlements.
All, if you do not like children, do not go
there They are in vast majority, and what
song when they lift it around about the
throne!
The Christian singers and composers of ell
ages will be there to join in the song. Thomas
Hastings will be there Lowell Mason will
be there. Bradbury will be there Beetho-
ven and Mozart will be there. They who
ancient temples will be there The forty
thousand harpers that stood at the ancient
dedication will be there. The two hundred
singers that assisted on that day will be there.
Patriarchs who lived amidst threshing
floors shepherds who watched amidst Chal-
dean 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 leap
ing cohorts of fire. and some will speak Of
the Jesus of whom they propbesied, and
others of the Jesus for whom they died. Oh,
what song It came to John upon Patmos;
it came to Calvin in the prison; it dropped
to John Knox in the fire; and sometimes
that song has come to your ear, perhaps, for
I really do think it sometimes breaks over
the battlements of heaven.
a Christian woman, the wife Of a minister
of the gospel, was dying in the parsonage
near the old church, where on Saturday
night the choir used to assemble ndrehearse
for the following Sabbath, and she said:
stHow strangely sweet the choir rehearses
tonight; they have been rehearsing there for
an hourn s'No,n said some one about her,
.sthe choir is not rehearsing tonight" Z" Yes"
she said, IT know they arc, hear them sing;
how very swcetly they sing!" Now it was
not choir of earth that she heard, but the
choir of heaven. think that Jesus some
times sets ajar the door of heaven, and
passage of that rapture greets our ears. The
MINISTRIES of heaven strike such q tremendous
strain the walls of jasper cannot hold it.
lwopder, will you sing that songs Will
sing it? Not unless our sins are pardoned,
and we learn now to sing the praise o. Christ,
will we ever sing it there. The first great
concert that ever attended was in New
York, when Julien, in the Crystal Palace,
stood before hundreds of singers and hundreds
of players upon instruments. Some Of you
may remember that occasion; it was the first
one of that kind at which I was present, and
I shall never forget it. I saw that one man
standing, and with tho hand and foot WELD
that great harmony, beating the time. 1t was
TO me overwhelming. But oh, the grander
scene when they shall come from the east,
and from The west, and from the north,
and from the south, 20 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 tho har-
mony, with his wounded hands and his
wounded feet Like the voice of many
waters, like the voice of mighty thunderings,
they shall cry, "Worthy is tho Lamb that
was slain to receive blessings and riches, and
honor, and glory, and power, world without
end Amen and amenI' Oh, if my ear shall
hear no other sweet sounds, may hear thatl
If join no other glad assenblage, may l
join that
was reading of the battle of Agincourt,
in which Henry V figured; and it is said
after the battle WIS won, gloriously won, the
king wanted to acknowledge the divine in
terposition, and he ordered the chaplain to
read the Psalm of David; and when he came
to the word, "Not unto US, o, Lord, but
unto thy name be the praise" the king dis
mounted, and all the cavalry disnounted,
and all the great host, officers and men,
threw themselves OH their faces. Oh, ut the
story of the Savior's love and the Savior's
deliverancc, shall We not PROSTATE ourselves
before him now, hosts of earth and hosts of
heaven, falling upon our faces, and crying,
'Not unto us, not unto us, but unto thy
name be the gloryr