Dodge City times., 1888-03-22
TALMAGE'S SERMON.
A Discourse on Songs and the Time
and Place to Sing Them.
Tho Heavenly Choir and Everlasting
Song-Jesus and His Love Per.
pctual Theme-s'Not Unto Us,
Bat Unto Thy Name!"

Rev. T. Dewitt Tamags, in a recen
sermon at til. 3 ollyn Tabernacle, tool
his subject "A Song Concerning MY
Belov d." his text beiny:
Now will sing t. my well-beloved song o
my beloved.-lIsaiah, 5. i.
DR.. Talmage said:
The most fascinating the me for hear
properly attuned is the Saviour. There i
something i'm the morning light to sug
gest Him, and something in the evening
shadow to speak His praise. The flower
brea thes Him, the star shines Him, the
cascade procla ms Him, all the voices o
nature chant Him. Whatever is grand
bright and beautiful, if YOU will only
listen to il, will speak H praise. Wher
come in the summer time and pluck 6
flower think of Him who is ''the rose o.
Sharon an the lily of the valley" When
see i'm the fields lamb | say:
Behold the Lamb of God, that taketh away
the sin OF the world
When, in very hot weather, l come
under projecting cliff saw:
Rock OF ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.
Over the old-fashioned pulpit there was
sound ng- board. The VOICE of the min.
lister rose to the sounding board, and then
was struck back again upon the ears OF
the people. And SO the ten thousand
voices of earth, ing up, find the heavens
sounding g-board which strikes back to
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-
demption. Upon a blasted ard faded
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restoration. 1t looked upon Abraham
from the ram caught in the thicket. II
spoke IN the b!eatng of tie herds driven
down 10 Jorusa IN for sacrific". 1t put
infinite Iathos into the 81 czech of uncouth
fishermen. II i.;.d Paul iuto the seventh
II avn, and broke Up n The ear of st.
Jptn with III, b az.n trumpsts and the
doxo ogy of tie e d rs, and the rushing
wings OF the seraph.m.
Instead of waiting until you get sick
and Worn out l. fore you sp lax the praise
of Christ, while your heart is happiest,
and your step is lightest, and your fort.
unes smile aud your pathway blossoms,
and the over-archiny heavens drop upon
you their benedictions, sIeak the praises
of Jesus.
The old Greek orators, when they saw
their audiences ina teutive and slumber q.
fng, had one word with wh ch they would
rDuse them MP to the greatest enthusi iasm.
In the midst of their GRAFTON they would
stop and cry out "Nara5hon!" and the
peoples enthus asm wo Id be unbounded.
My hearers, though you may not have
been borne down with sin, and though
trouble and trials and temptation may
have come upon you, and you feel hardly
like looking up, methinks there is one
grand, royal, imperial word that ought
to rouse your sDul to infiaite rejoicing,
and that word is 'Jesu5"
Taking the suggestion of the text, I
shall speak to you of Christ, our song. l
remark, in the first place, that Christ
ought to be the Grad e song. What our
mothers sang tc us when they put us to
sleep is snginS yet. We may have for.
gotten the words, but they went into the
fiber of our soul, aud will forever be q
part of il. 1t is not sc much what you
formally teach your children as what you
sing to them. hymn has wings and
can fly sverywb ither. One hundred and
fifty years after you are dead, aud ''Old
Mortality" has worn out his chisel in re-
cutting your name on the tombstone,
your great grandchildren will be singing
the song which this afternoon you sing to
your little ones a hered about your knee.
There is place in Switzerland where il
you distinctly utter your voice there come
back ten or fifteen distinct echoes, and
every Christian 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,
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songs Of Jesus!
We want some counteracting influence
upon our children. The very moment
your child steps into the street he steps
into the path of temptation. There are
foul mouthed children who would like to
besoiI your little ones. 1t will not do to |
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, damnng influence of the
streets! l know of no counteracting in.
fuence Tut 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 hears. Give to vour instruc.
tion all the fascination of mas G, morning,
noon and night: let it la J US, the era.
die song. This is lmportan' Il your chill.
dren grow up, but perhaps they may not.
Their pathway may b, short. Jesus may
be wanting that cBill. Tnen there will
be a soundless step in the dwelling,
and the youthful pulse viii bsyin to
q liter, and lite hands will be
lifCed for help. Yol can not help.
And great agony will pinch at
Y our 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 followin from room
to room. No strange ami wondering
questions. No upturned face, with lau h.
ing blue eyes, come for a kiss; but only q
grave, and a wreath of white blossoms
on the top of it, and bitter desoIation, and
a signing at nightfall with no one to put
TO bed, and a wet pillow, and a gra We,
and wreath Of white blossoms on the
top of it The Heavenly Shepherd will
take that lamb safely anyhow, whether
you have been faithful or unfaithfu |: but
would it not have been pleasa if you
could have heard from those lips the
praises of Christ? never read anv thing
more beautiful than this about a child's
departure. The account said: 4" She folded
her hands, kissed her mother good bye,
sang her hymn, turned her face to the
wall, said her little prayer, and then
died"
Oh, il could gather up in one para.
graph the last words of the little ones
who have gone out from these Chris tIan
circles, and could picture the calm looks,
and the folded hands, and sweet depart.
lre, methinks it would be grand and
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ogies!
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