Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1888-03-05

IHE GAZETTE: FURT WURTH
/ for the sscrsmental cup. Jesus for the
benediction. But the day will go by. 1t
/ will roll away on swift wheels of light
and love. Again the churches will be
lighted. Tides OF people again setting
down the streets. Whole families com
| ing up the church aisle. We must have
one more sermon, two prayers, three
songs and one benedictien. What shall
we preach tonight? What shall we read?
What shall it be, children? Aged men
and women, what shall it be? Young
men and maidens, what shall 1t be? II
you dared to break the silence Of this
auditory, there would come up thousands
OF quick and jubilsnt voices, crying out:
'Let it be Jesus! Jesus!"
We sing his birth-the barn at
sheltered him, the mother that nursed
him, the cattle that fed beside him, the
angels that woke up the shepherds, shak-
ing light over the midnight hills. We
sing his ministry-the tears he wiped
away from the eyes of the orphans; the
lame men that forgot their crutches; the
damsel who from the bier bounded out
into the sunlight, her locks shaking down
over the flushed cheek; the hungry thou
SAND who broke the bread as il bios
somed into larger loaves-thst miracle by
which 9 boy with five ioaVes and two
fishes became the sutler for whole army.
We sing his sorroWs-his tone-bruise1
feet, his aching heart, his mountain lone
illness, his desert hunger, his storm
pelted body. the
ETERNITY OF ANGUISH
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the Unreasonable ocean of torment that
| heaVed up against his cross in one toamf
ing, wrathful, omnipotent surge,
the sun dashed out, and
the dead, shroud-wrapped, breaking
see what was the matter. We sing his
resurrection-the guard that could not
keep him; the sorrow of his disciples;
the clouds pilipg up on either eide in pill
Jared splendors IS he went through, tread
ing the painless air, higher and higher,
until he came to the foot Of the throne,
and all heaven kept jubilee at the return
of the conqueror.
say once more, Christ is the eYerlast-
ing song. The very best singers some
times get tired; the strongest threats
sometimes get weary, snd many who sang
very sweetly do not sing now; but hope
by the grace Of God we will, after awhile,
go up and sing the praises Of Christ where
we will never be weary. You know there
are some songs that are especially appro-
pirate for the home circle. They
stir the soul, they start the
tears, they turn the heart in on
itself, and keep sounding after
the tune has stopped, like some great
cathedral bell which, long after the tap OF
the braz9n tongue has ceased, keeps
throbbing on the air. Well, it will be 8
. home-song in heaven; all the sWeeter be-
cause those who sang with US in the do
nestle circle on earth shall join that
J great harmony.
! Jerusalem, my happy home,
Name ever Gear 70 me;
When sEau my labors have an end
In joy and peace in lheer
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 q farm as when they get the
crops in; and so il heaven it will be q
: harvest song on the part of those who on
earth soWed in tears and resped IN Joy,
: Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates,
. and let the shesves come in! Angels
shout al through the heavens and multi
= vest-home! harvest-hOme!"
There is nothing more bewitching to
ones ear than the sopg Of sailors far out
= at ses, 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 q sailors song. They were
voyagers once, and thought they could
never get to shore, and before they could
, get things snug and trim the cyclone
= struck them. But now they are safe
= Once they went W tn damaged rigging,
! guns of distress booming through the
i storm; but the pilot came aboard, and be
brought them into the harbor. Now they
sing of the breakers past, the lighthouses
that showed them where to sail, the pilot
thst took them through the straits, the
eternal shore on which they landed.
AY, it will be the children's song. You
know very well that the vast m5jority Of
our race die in Infancy, and it is estimat-
e ed that Is, 900, 100000 of the little ones
e are
r STANDING BEFORE GOD.
T. When they sha rise up about the throne
e to sing, the millions and the millions o.
g the little ohes-shI that will be music fol
: YOU! These played in the streets Of Bah
S Won land ThebeS; these plucked lilies
: from the foot of Olivet while Christ Wal
e preaching about them; these Waded IL
8 Sloan; these were victims Of Herod'i
e massacre; these were thrown to croco
e diles or into the fire; these came up from
= Christian homes, and these we're found
2 lings on the city cOmmons-childrer
= everywhere in oil that land; children il
? the towers, children on the seas OF glass
l children on the bSttlements. An, if.you d.
e notIIike children do'not goIthere. They arr
4 in vast majority, and what song WheI
: they lift it around shout the throne.
Il The Christian singers and composers O.
e all ages will be there to join in that song
n Thomas Hastings will be there. Lowell
X Mason will be there. Bradbury will b.
i there. Beethoven and Mozart will b.
Il there. They who sounded the cymbals
= and the trumpets in the ancient temples
l. will be there. The forty thousand harp
:, ers that stood st the ancient dedica iOI
n will be there. The two hundred singer
= that assisted On that Day will be there
e Patriarchs who lived amidst threshing
y floors, shepherds who watched smlds
e Chsldean hills, prophets who walked
. with long boards and coarse apparel, pro
lie nouucing woe against ancient abomina
Id f,ons will meet the more recent mSrtVr