Fort Worth weekly gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1888-03-09

| damsel who from the bier bounded out
into The sunlight, her locks shaking down
ever the flushed cheek; the hungry thou.
| sand who broke the bread Is II bios
| soned iuto larger losves-tbst miracle By
which y boy with five loaves and two
| fishes became the sutler for whole army.
| We sing his sorroWs-his stone bruised
feet, his aching heart, his ruountsin lone
illness, his desert hunger, his storm
pelted body, the
ETERNITY OF ANGUISH
thst shot through his last moments, and
the Unreasonable ocean of torment that
hesVed up against his cross in one foam
irg, wlatEful, omnlpotent surge,
the sun dashed ous, and
the dead, shroud,wrapped, breaking
open their sepulchree, and rushing out to
see what wSs the matter. We sing his
resurrection-the guard that could not
ep him; the sorrow Of his disciples;
the clouds piling up on either side in pill
Jared splendurs as he went through, tread
ing the painless air, higher aud higher,
until he came to the foot Of the throne,
and all heaven kept jubilee at the return
Of the conqueror.
ssy once more, Cnrist is the eyerlast-
ing song. The very best singers some
times get tired; the strongest throats
sometimes get weary, and many who sang
very sWeetly do not sing nov; but hope
by the grace OF God We will, after sWhi e,
go up and sing the praises OF Christ where
We Will never be weary. You know there
sre some songs that are especially appro
pirate for the home circle. They
stir the soul, they start the
tears, they turn the heart in or
itself, and keep sounding after
the tune has stopped, like some great
cathedral bell which, long after the tap Of
the brszen tongue hiss ceased, keeps
) throbbing on the air. Well, it will be
| home-song in heaven; sill the sweeter be-
csuse those who sang with US in the do
nestle circle on earth shall Join that
great harmony.
Jerusalem, my happy home,
| Name ever dear 10 me;
When shall NY labOrs have an end
| 10 Joy and peace in thee?
On earth we sang harvest songs as the
wheat came into the bar and the barracks
were filed. You know there is no such
time on farm as when they get the
crops in; and so In heaven it will be 8
harvest song on the part of th3se VINO on
earth sowed in tears and respe6 IN 10y.
Lit up your hesGs, We everlasting gates,
and let the sheaves come in! Angels
shout all through the heavens snd multi
tudes come down the hills crying Char
! Vest-home! harYest-hOme -
| 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 in
heaven will be a sailors song. They we're
Voyagers once, snd thought they could
| never get to shore, apd before they could
get things snug and trim the cyclone
| struck them. But now taey are cafe
| OICe they went W tn damaged rigging,
! guns Of distress booming through the
| storm; but the pilot came aboard, and he
| brought rhem into the bsr5or. Now they
| sing of the breakers past, the lighthouses
that showed them where 70 sail, the pilot
that took them through the straits, the
eternal shore or which they lsnded.
! Ay, it will be toe ch'ldren's song. You
know very we'll thsT the vass m,jority Of
our race die in infancy, and it is estimat-
ed that Is. 0O0, 100000 of the little ones
are
STANDING BEFORE GOD.
When they shs rise up about the throne
the little oLes-ah! that will be music for
on! These played in the streets Of Bah
| ylon and Thebe'; 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 croco-
dies or into the fee; these came up from
| Christian homes, and these were found
Hif oh
| everywhere In ali that LAND; children in
the towers, children on the seas Of glass,
children on the battlemepts. An, if you do
notlike children do not gotthere. They are
in vast majority, ard what ! song when
| they lift II around about the throne.
The Christian singers and composers of
all ages Will be there to join in that sopg
Thomas Hastings will be there. Lowell
Mason will be there. Bradbury will be
there. Beethoven and Mozart will be
there. They who sounded the cymbsls
and the trumpets in the ancient temples
will be there. The forty thousand harp.
ers that stood at the ancient dedics ion
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
Chsldean hills, prophets who walked,
with long boards and coarse apparel, pro-
nounciDg woe against ancient abomirS-
| tons, will meet the more recent martyrs
who went up with lesping cohorts Of fire;
and some will speak Of the Jesus Of whom
they prophesied and others OF the Jesus
for whom they died. On, what e song I!
l. came to John upon PAtmos; it came to
Calvin in the prison; il dropped to john
Knox in the fire; and sometimes that
song has come to your ear, perhaps, for
| really do think it sometimes breaks over
the bsttlements Of heaven.
A Christian woman, the wife OF minis.
ter of the Gospel, was dying in the par
sonsge near tie old church, where on
| Saturday night the choir used 70 assem-
| BILE and rehearse for the following Sab-
bath, end she sid: Glow strangely
| sweet the choir rehearses Tonight; they
have been rehesrsing there for an hour"
NO." said some one about her, "the
choir is not rehearsing tonight" ayes"
she said, ''I know they ere, l hear them
sing; how very sweetly they sing!" Now
it was not choir of earth that see
| heard, but the choir Of Heaven, l think
that Jesus sometimes sets E jar the door
of Heaven, and passage OF that
RAPTURE GREETs OUR EARS.
The ninstrels of Heaven strike such "a tre-
mendCus strain, the walls Of jasper can
not held it.
l wonder, will you sing that song?
VIII sing It? Not unless our sins are
pardsned, ard we learn now to sing the
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