The Brookhaven leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1883-1891, 1888-03-15
TALgAGE'S SERMON.
q Discourse on Songs and the Time
and Place to Sing Them
rhe Heavenly Choir ard EvsrisstinS
song-Jesus and His Love . Per-
petuaI Theme-'Not Unto Us,
But Unto Thy Manner

as his subject "A Song Concsrning Ny
Beloved" his text being:
Nov will sing to my vs'i-eslsvsd . sonG Of
ny beloved.-tlsaish, & L
DR.. Talmage said:
The most fascinating the M fer . heart
properly attunsd is the Saviour. There 10
someth ing In the morning light 20 sug~
gest Him, and something 10 ths evening
shadow to speak His praise The hov~
brea thes Him, the star shines Him, ths
cascade procla ms Him all the voices OF
nature chant Him Whatever 10 grand,
bright and beautiful, IL vOu will saly
listen to IL, will So ak His praise When
come In the summer time and pluck
dower think Of Him who Il "ths rose Of
Sharon and the lily Of the valley When
see in the fields a lamb sav;
Behold the Lamb OF CD, shat tatstA away
the sin OF the world
When, in Tery hot weather, l come
under ~ ojecting cliff say:
Rock OF ages, cleft for ma
Let me hide myself in thsa
Over the old fashioned pulpit there vas
sounding board The voice Of the min
lister rose to the sounding aboard, and then
was struck back again upon the ears Of
the people. And so the ten thousand
voices Of earth, rising up, end the heavens
winch SbIlAbS b1SA W
the ear of all the nations the praises OF
Christ The heavens tell His story, and
the earth shows His handiwork. The
Bible thrills with one great story OF re-
demp, .Jn. Upon a blasted and faded
paradise II poured the light Of q glorious
restoration. II looked upon Abraham
from the ram caught in the thicket It
spoke in the bl eating Of the herds drivsA
down to Jerusalm for sacrifice It put
infinite pathos into the speech Of uncouth
fishermen 1t fitted Paul into the seventh
Heaven, and broke upon the ear Of St
John with the b, azen trumpets and the
doxologv Of the elders, and the rushing
wings of the seraphim.
Instead of waiting until you get sick
and worn out before you speak the praise
of Christ, while your heart is happiest,
AMI your step IS lightest, and your fort
unes smile and your pathway blossoms,
and the over-archiuy heavens drop upon
you their bensdictions, speak the praises
of Jesus.
The old Greek orators when they saw
their audiences inattentivs and slumber
In, had one word with which they would
rouse them up to the greatest enthusiasm.
In the midst Of their grafton they would
stop and cry out "Marathon ~ and thu
peoples enthus asm would be un bounded.
My hearers, though you may not have
been borne down with sin, and though
trouble and trials and temptation may
have como upon you, and you feel hardly
like looking up, methinks there is one
grand, royal, imperial word that ought
TO rouse your nj to infinite rejoicing,
and that word is "Jesu~~
Taking the suggestion of the text,
shall speak to you Of Christ, our song.
orl- iy F~e4 hot ThrigN
ought to be the cradle song. What our
mothers sang &c us when they put Us to
sleep is singing yet. We may have for.
gotten the words, but they went into the
6ber of our soul, and Will forever be q
part Of II. 1t IS not so much what you
formally teach your children as what you
sing to them. A hymn has wings and
can fly every whittier. One hundred and
fifty years after you are dead, and ''Old
Mortality" has worn out his chisel In re-
cutting Your name on the Tombstone,
your great grandch lren will be singing
the song which tbs afternoon you sing to
your little ones altered about your knee.
There IS plac. in Switzerland where Il
you distinctly 1T r. your woes there como
back ten or fifteen stinct echoes, and
every Christ al song sung by a mother In
the ear of her child shall have ten thou
sand echoes coming back from all the
gates Of Heaven. Oh, if mothers only knew
the power of this sacred spell, how much
oftener the little ones would be gathered,
and all our homes would chime with ths
songs of Jesus!
We want some counteracting influence
upon our Chi dren, The very moment
your child steps into the street he steps
into the path of temptation. There are
fouI-moGthed children who would like 80
besoil your little ones. 1t will not do 70
keep your little boys and girls in the
house and make them house plants; they
must have fresh air and recreation. God
save your children from the scathing,
blasting, damnmg influence Of the
streets! ! know Of no couuteracting in
fluence hut the power of Christian cult
ure and example. Hold before your lit
tie ones the pure life of Jesus; let that
name be the word that shall exercise evil
from their hearts. Give to your instruc.
ton all the fascinatio of music morning,
noon and night; let it be Jesus, the cra-
die song This is important If your chill
dren grow up but perhaps they may not
Their pathway may be short. Jesus may
be wanting that child. Then there will
be a soundless step in the dwelling,
and the youthful pulse will begin to
hutter, and little hands will be
lifted for help. You can not help,
And great agony will pinch at
your heart, and the cradle will be empty,
and the world will be empty, and your
soul will be empty. No little feet stand
Ing on the stairs. No toys scattered on
the carpet No quick following from room
to room. No strange and wondering
questions. No upturned face, with laug b.
Ing blue eyes, come for kiss; but only
grave, and a wreath of white blossoms
on the top of it, and bitter desolation, and
signing at nightfall with no one to put
to bed, and a wet pillow, and a gra We,
and a wreath of white bios SONS on the
top Of it. The Heavenly Shepherd W i'll
take that lamb safely anyhow, whether
you have been faithful or unfaithfu !; but
would it not have been pleasanter II you
could have heard from those lips the
praises of Christ? never read any thing
more beautiful than this about q child's
departure. The account said: She folded
her hands, kissed her mother good-b ye,
sang her hymn, turned her face to the
wall, said her little prayer, and then
died"
Oh, if / could gather up In one para.
graph the last words of the little ones
who have gone out from these Christian
circles, and l coul d picture the calm looks,
and the folded hands, and sweet depart
ure, methinks il would be grand and
beautiful as one of Heavens great doxol-
ogiesl