The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-01-02

/ Providence. There is no question we ask
oftener than Whyi There are hundreds OF
| graves in Greenwood and Laurel Hill that
need to be explained. Hospitals for the
blind and lame, asylums for the idiotic and
insane alnshouses for the destitute, and a
world of pain and misfortune that demand
more than human solution. An! God VIII
clear it all up. In the light that pours from
| the throne, no dark mystery can hVe.
Things now utterly inscrutable VIII he
illumined as plainly as though the answer
We're written on the jasper wall, or sounded
in the temple anthem. Bartlmeus Will
! thank God that he was blind; and Lazarus
that he was covered with sores; and Joseph
that he was cast into the pit and DANIEL
that he denned with lions; and Paul that he
was humpbacked; and David that he was
driven from Jerusalem; and that inYalid
that for twenty years he could not llft
his head from the pillow; and that
widow that she had such hard work TO earn
bread for her children. The song will be al
the grander for earth's weeping eyes, ana
aching heads, and exhausted hands, and
scourged backs, and martyred agonies. But
we can get no idea of that anthem here.
We appreciate the power of secular music,
but do we appreciate the power OF sacred
song' There is nothing more inspiriting to
me than whole congregation lifted on the
wave of holy melody. When we sing some
of those dear old psalms and tunes they
rouse all the memories of the past Why
some of them were cradle songs in our
fathers house. They are all sparkling with
the morning dew of "A thousand Christian
Sabbaths. They were sung by brothers
and sisters gone now-by voices that were
aged and broken in the music-voices none
the less sweet because they did tremble and
break. When | hear these old songs sung,
it seems as if all the old country
meeting homes joined in the chorus, and
city church and sailors Bethel and Western
cabins, until the whole continent lifts the
doxoogy and the sceptres of eternity beat
time in the music Away then with your
starveling tunes that chill the devotions of
the sanctuary and make the people sit
silent when Jesus is marching on to victory
When generals come back from victorious
wars, don't we cheer them and shout,
"Huzza, huZzap and when Jesus passes
along in the conquest of the earth shall we
not have for Him one loud ringing cheer.
"All hail the power of Jesus name
Let angels PROSTATE fall.
Bring forth the royal diadem,
And crown Him Lord of all. "
But, my friends, if music on earth is so
sweet what will it be in heavenl They all
know the tune there. All the best singers
of all the ages will join it--choirs of
white robed children, choirs of pa
triarchs, choirs of apostles. Morn
ing stars clapping their Gym
bals. Harpers with their harps. Great an
thems of God, roll on roll on!-other en-
pires joining the harmony till the thrones
are all full and the nations all saved. An
them shall touch anthem, chorus join cho-
rus, and all the sweet sounds of earth ana
heaven be poured into the ear of Christ.
David of the harp will be there. Gabriel of
the trumpet will be there. Germany, re-
deemed, will pour its deep bass voice into
the song and Africa will add to the music
with her matchless voices.
wish we could anticipate that song
wish in our closing hymn to-day we might
catch all echo that slips from the gates
Who knows but that when the heavenly
door opens to-day to let some soul through
there may come forth the strain of the jubi-
liant voices until we catch it2 Oh, that as
the song drops down from heaven, it might
meet half way song coming up from earth.
They rise for the doxology, all the multi
tude Of the blestl Let us rise with them;
and so at this hour the joys of the church
on earth and the joys of the church in
heaven will mingle their chalices, and the
dark apparel of our morning will seem TO
whiten into the spotless raiment of the
skies. God grant that through the rich
mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ we may all
get there.