The Memphis appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1886-1890, 1888-03-05


only grave, and wreath OF white bios
SONS on the top OF IL; and bitter desola-
ton, and signing at nightfall with no one
10 put 10 bed, and a wet pillow, and q
grave, 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 unhithful; but
would il not have been pleasanter II You
could have heard from those lips the praises
Of Christ? l never read anything more
beautiful than this about child's depart
uro. The account said: "She folded her
hands, kissed her mother goodbye, sang
her hymn, turned her face TO the wall,
said her little prayer, and then died."
Oh, ii ] could gather mp In one paragraph
the last words OF the little one who have
gone out from all these Christian circles,
and could picture the calm looks, and
the folded hands, and sweet departure,
methinks 1t would be grand and beautiful
rs one Of heavens great doxologics!
next speak Of Christ as the old mans
song. Quick music loses its charm for the
aged eur. Tho school-g girl asks for schot-
tisch or glce; but her grandmother asks
for "Balerma" or the Portuguese Hymn"
Fifty years OF trouble have tanned the
spirit, and the keys OF the music-board
must have q solemn tread. Though the
| voice may be trcmulous, so that grand
father will not trust il in church, still he
has the psalm-book open before him, and
he sings with his soul. He huns his
grandchild asleep with the same tune he
| sung forty years ago in the old country
meeting-house. Some day the choir sings
| a song 10 old that the young people do not
know II; but II starts the tcars down the
cheek OF the aged man, for II reminds
him Of the revival scene In which he par
ticipated, and OF the radiant faces that
long since went 10 dust, and OF the gray
haired minister leaning over the pulpit,
and sounding the good tidings OF great 10Y.
] was one Thanksgiving day in my pull
| pit, in Syracuse, N. ", und Rev. Daniel
Waldo, at ninety-eight years OF age, stood
beside me. The choir sung tune. | said:
al am sorry thoy sung that new ture; no.
body seems 30 know IT," "Bless you, my
son. said tho old man, / heard that sew.
enty years ago."
There was song today that touched the
life OF the aged with holy fire, and kindled
a glory on their vision that our younger
eyesight cannot see. IL was the song OF
salvation-Jesus, who wiped away their
tcas; Jesus, who stood by them when all
else failed; Jesus, in whose name their
marriage was consecniied, and whose res
direction has poured light upon the graves
OF their departed. Blessed the Bible in
which spectacled old age reads the prom
ise, 81 will never leave you, never forsake
youl" Blessed the hymn-book in which
the faltering tongue and the falling eyes
find Jesus. the old man ssong.
speak TO YOU again OF Jesus ~ the
nighI-song. Job speaks OF him who giveth
songs in the night. John Welch, the old
scotch minister, used 10 put plaid across
his bed ON cold nights, and some one
asked him why ho put that there. lie
said ooh, sometimes in the night | want
10 slng the praise Of Jesus, and 10 get down
and pray, then Just take that plaid and
wrap II around me, TO keep myself from
the cold" Song in the night Night OF
trouble has come down upon many OF you.
Commercial losses put out ono star, sian.
derous abuse put out another star, domcs.
tic bereavement has put out thousand
lights, and gloom has been added 30 gloom,
and chill TO chill, and sting 10 sting, and
ono midnight has seemed 10 borrow the
fold from another midnight 10 wrap iiscli
in more unboan,blo darkness; but Christ
has spoken peace TO your heart, and YOU
can ring:
Jesus. lover Of my soul
Lel me W thy bb1om ny;
| While the blllows near me roll,
| While the tempest stlll . high.
| Hide me. oh. my savior hide
Til the storm of life i past.
tafc 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 10 turn the
hot pillow, no one 20 put the taper on Oh,
stand, no one 10 put leo ON the temple, ol
pour out the soothing anodyne, or uitcl
one cheerful wori-yet songs in the night
For the poor, who freeze In the winter
cold, aud sweltcr In the summers heat
aud munich the harl crusts that bleed th,
sore gums. and shivcr under blankets tina
cannot any longer be patched, and trembl'
because rcnt-day u come and they
may be set out ON the sido
walk, and looking into th'
starved face OF the child and seeing famine
there aud death there, coming homo from
the bakery, and saying, In the presence o
the little iamished ones. "Oh, my God
-four has gone up" Yet songs In th'
night! For the widow who goes 10 get th'
| back pay Of her husband, slain by III,
'sharp-shootcn, and knows II Il the las
help she will have, moving out OF q com
, Portable home In desolation, death turninI
! back from the exhausting cough, and th'
! pale check, and the lustcrlees eye and re
: iusing nll relief. Yet songs In the night
songs In the night For the soldier In th
field hospital, no surgeon 10 bind up tn
, gunfhot fracture, no watcr for the hot lips
/ no Kind hand 20 brush away the flies iron
, the fresh wound, no one TO take the lovin
! farewell, the groaning Of. Others pourc'
4 into his own groan, tho blasphemy q
/ Others plowing up his own spirit, the con
. dcnsed bitterness Of dying away from HON
r among strangers. Yet songs in the night
: "Ahl" said one diving soldier, tell m
2 mother that last night there was not ON
1 cloud between my soul and Jesus" Sone
4 In the night Songs In the night.
3 The Sabbath day has come. From IN
|, altars Of l0,O00 churches has smoked u
/ the sayor OF sacrifice. Ministers Of III
gospel are now preaching In plain Englisl
IN broad Scotch, In flowing Italian,
= harsh Choctnw. Gods people have a
A scmblcd In llindoo temple, and Moravia
a church, and Quaker meeting house, an
g sailors bethel, and kings chapel, and higl
o lowered cathedral. They sang, and ii
o song foatcd of amidst the spice groves, I
4 struck the ice-bcrg, or noated'of into u
e western pines, or was drowned In u
II clamor OF the great cities. LumbermC
!, sang II, and the factory girls, and the chi
" drcn IN the Sabbath class, and n
% trained chois IN great asscmblagc
;. Tmppcs, with the same voice wi
g which they shouted yesterday
le the stag hunt, and mariners with throa