Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1888-03-16

semetimeg get weary, and many who sang
very sweetly do not sing now; but l hope
by the grace of God we will, after while,
go up and sing the praises Of Christ where
we will never be weary. You know there
are some songs that are especially
stir the soul. they start the tears, they
turn the heart in on itself, and keep sound
ing after the tune has been stopped, like
some cathedral bell which, long after the
tap of the brazen tongue has ceased, keeps
throbbing on the air. Well, it will be a
home song in Heaven; all the sweeter be-
cause those who sang with us in the do
harmony.
Jerusalem, my happy home,
! Name ever dear to me;
When shall my labors have All end
| In joy and peace in thee?
On earth We sang harvest songs as the
wheat came into the barn, and the bar
racks 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 q
harvest song on the part of those who on
earth sowed in tears and reaped in Joy.
Lift up your heads. ye everlasting gates.
and let the sheaves come in! Angels
shout all through the Heavens, and multi
tudes come down the hills crying: "Har-
vest home! harvest home!"
!, There is nothing more bewitching to
ones ears than the song of sailors for out
at sea, whether in day OF night, Us they
pull away at the ropes; the music is weird
and thrilling. So the song in Heaven will
be 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
with damaged rigging, guns of distress
| fhr0V 1fv6 nckr 1,,rk <hn Inf
came aboard, and he brought them into
the harbor. Now they sing of the break
ers past, the lighthouses that showed them
where to sail, the pilot that took them
through the straits, the eternal shore on
which they landed.
Ay, it will be the children's song. You
know very we'll that the vast majority of
our race die in infancy, and it is estimated
that eighteen thousand millions of the lit
tie ones are standing before God. When
they shall rise up before the throne to sing,
the millions and the millions of the little
ones-ah! that will be music for you.
These played in the streets of Babylon and
Thebes; these plucked lilies from the foot
of Olivet while Christ was preaching about
them; these waded in Sloan: these we're
victims of Herod's massacre; these were
thrown to crocodiies or into the fire; these
came up from Christian homes, and these
were foundlings on the city commons
children everywhere in all that land; chill
dren in the towers, childrenon the seas Of
glass, children on the battlements. All, if
you do not like children do not go there.
They are in vast majority, and whata song
when they lift it around about the throne.
The Christian singers and composers of
all ages will be there to join in that song.
Thomas Hastings will be there. Lowell
Mason will be there. Bradbury will be
! there. Beethoven and Mozart will be
, there. They who sounded the cymbals
and the trumpet in the ancient temples
will be there. The forty thousand harp
ers that stood at the ancient dedication
, 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
Chaldean hills, prophets who walked,
,, with long boards and coarse apparel, pro-
a nouncing woe against ancient abomina-
= tions, will meet the more recent martyrs
y who went up with leaping cohorts of fire;
and some will speak of the Jesus of whom
they prophesied, and others of the Jesus
came to John upon Patmos; it came to Cal
+ win in the prison; it dropped to John Knox
j in the fire; and sometimes that song has
n come to your ear, perhaps, for l really do
think it sometimes breaks over the battle
. ments of Heaven.
A Christian woman, the wife of minis
:. q ter of the Gospel, was dying in the par
n Saturday night the choir used to assemble
+ and rehearse for the following Sabbath:
GLOW strangely sweet the choir rehearses
a tonight; they have been rehearsing that
! for an hour" no." said some one about
4 her, "the choir is not rehearsing tonight"
J, "Yes," SIZE said, II know they are; hear
them sing; how very sweetly they sing!"
NNxry I NJ nI,~s% oF no~th hat oh
!. heard, but the choir of Heaven. think
that Jesus sometimes sets ajar the door Of
! Heaven, and passage of that rapture
greets our ears. The minstrels of Heaven
, strike such a tremendous strain the walls
of jasper cannot hold it.
wonder, will you sing that song? Will
I sing it? Not unless our sins are par
!, doned, and we learn how to sing the praise
. of Christ, will we ever sing it there. The
= first great concert that ever attended was
! in New York, when Julien, in the Crystal
Palace, stood before hundreds of singers
and hundreds of players upon instruments.
Some of you may remember that occasion;
it was the first one of the kind at which
; was present, and I shall never forget it. 1
, the hand and foot WELD that great
+ harmony, beating the time. 1t was to me
. overwhelming. But oh, the grander scene
= when they shall come from the east, and
= from the west, and from the north, and
from the south, "a great multitude that no
/ man can number, into the temple of the
. skies, host beyond host, rank beyond rank.
t gallery above gallery. and Jesus shall
stand before that great host to conduct the
a harmony, with his wounded hands
a and his wounded feet. Like the voice of
3 many waters, like the voice of
: mighty thunderings they shall cry,
I "Worthy is the lamb that was slain to
a receive blessings, and riches, and honor,
! and glory, and power, world without end.
y Amen and amen!" Oh, if my ear shall
hear no other sweet sounds, may 1 hear
). that! If join no other glad assemblage,
!, may join that?
a was reading of the battle of Agincourt,
in which Henry V. figured; and it is said
after the battle was won, gloriously won,
the King wanted to acknowledge the divine
= interpositien, and he ordered the chaplain
/ to read the Psalm of David, and when he
= came to the words, "Not unto us, oh Lord,
Q but unto thy name be the praise, the King
4 dismounted. and all the cavalry dismounted,
= opd al tho uraat host Officera ond man