The Brookhaven leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1883-1891, 1888-03-15

Ispeak to you again OF Jesus as the
nightEong. Job speaks Of Him who
givsth songs In the night John WEIGH,
the ole Scotch minister, used to put
plaid across his bed on cold nights, and
some one asked him why he put that
there. He sa id, "Oh, sometimes in the
night l want TO sing the praise OF Jesus,
and to get down and pray; then | just
take that plaid and wrap 1t around me,
to keep myself from the cold" Songs In
the night n ght OF trouble has come
down upon many OF you. Commercial
losses put out one star, slanderous abuse
put out another star, domestic beresve-
ment has put out a thousand lights, and
gloom has been added to gloom, and
chill TO chill, and sting to sting, and one
midnight has seemed to borrow the
fold from another midnight to wrap
itself In more unbesrabs darkness;
but Christ has spoken peace to your
heart, and you can slug:
Jesus, lover OF my soul
Let me 70 Thy bosom ny,
While the blllovs near me roll
While the tempest still is high
Hide me- o, my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide
Oh, receive my soul at last
songs in the night Songs In the
night! For the sick, who have no one to
turn the hot pillow, no one to put the
taper on the stand, no one to put Ice on
the temple, or pour out the soothing ano-
dyne, or utter one cheerful word-yet
songs in the night For the poor, who
freeze in the winters cold, and swsltsr
In the summers heat, and MUNICH the
har ~ H.
SILVER under blankets that can not any
longer be patched, and tremble because
rent day Is come and they may be set out
on the sidewalk, and looking into the
starved face of the child and seeing
! famine there and death there, coming
| home from the bakery and saying, in the
presence Of the little famished ones: "Oh,
my God, -four has gone upr' Yet songs
in the night! Songs in the night! For
the widow who goes to get the
| back pay of her husband, slain
| by the 'sharpshooters," and knows it is
| the last help she will have moving out Of
! a comfortable home in desolation, death
! turning back from the exhausting cough
| and the pale cheek, and the lusterless eye,
aud refusing all relief. Yet songs in the
| night For the soldier in the field hospital,
no surgeon to bind up the gunshot tract
ure, no water for the hot lips, no kind
| hands TO brush away the flies from the
! fresh wound, no one to take the loving
| farewell, the groaning Of others poured
| into his own groan, the blasphemy of
others blowing up his own spirit the con q.
densed bitterness of dying away from
| home among strangers. Yet songs in the
night! Songs in the night "Ah" said
| one dying soldier: "Tell my mother
that last night there was not one cloud
between my soul and Jesus" Songs in
the night! Songs N the night
The Sablath dav has come. From the
affairs of ten thou and churches has
smoked up the SAVIOR of sacrifice. Min
listers OF the Gospel are now preaching In
, plain English, in broad Scotch, in f1ow-
| ing Italian, in harsh Choctaw. GoPs
people have assembled in Hindoo tempt e,
and Moravian church, and Quaker meet
| ing-house, and sailor.' bethel, and Kings
chapel, and high lowered cathedral.
They sang, and the song foated of
amidst he spice groves, or struck the ice
bergs, or floatad OFF into the Western
pines, or was drowned in the clamor Of
the great cities. Lumbermen sang 1t, and
the factory girls and the children in the
| Sabbath class and the trained choirs in
great assemblages. Trappers, with the
same voice with which they shouted yes.
terday in the stag hunt, and mariners,
with throats that only a few days
ago sounded in the hoarse blast
OF the sea hurricane, they sang
| it. One theme for the sermons. One bur-
den for the song. Jesus for the invoca-
ton. Jesus for the Scripture lesson.
Jesus for the baptsmal font Jesus for
the sacramental cup. Jesus for the bene-
dictlOn. 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 coming up the
church aisle. We must have one more ser.
mon, two prayers, three songs and one
benediction. What shall we preach to-
night? What shall we readi What shall
| 1t be, children? Aged men and women,
what shall 1t be? Young men and maid
ems, what shall it be? If you dared to
break the silence OF this auditory, there
jubilant voices, crying out: "Let it be
Jesus Jesusw
We sing His birth-the barn that shelter
ed Him, the mother that nursed Him, the
cattle that fed beside him, the angels that
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
sunli ght, her locks shaking down over the
| flushed cheeks; the hungry thousand
who broke the bread as it blossomed into
| larger loaves-that miracle by which Q
| 10y with five loaves and two fishes be.
came the sutler for whole army. We
| sing His sorrows-His stone bruised feet
Hin aching heart, His mountain loneliness
| His desert hunger, His storm pelted body
| the eternity of anguish that shot through
| His last moments, and the Unreasonable
| ocean Of torment that heaved up against
His cross in one foaming, omnipotent
| surge, the sun dashed out and the dead
shroud-wrapped, breaking open then
sepulchres, and rushing out to see wha
was the matter We sing His resurrection
the guard that could not keep Him, the
sorrow of His disciples the cloud piling
up on either side in pillared splendors as
He went through trsading the painless
air. higher and higher, until He came tc
the foot of the throne, and all HEAVIER
kept Jubilee at the return of the Con-
Queror.
say once more, Christ Is the sverlast
ing song. The VI best singers some
times get tired; the strongest throati
sometimes get weary, and many wht
sang very sweetly do not sing now; but
hope by the grace of God we will, afte
awhile, 60 up and sing the praises D
Christ where we will never be weary