Sharp County record., 1888-04-05


hone bv the grace of God we will, af,.'
awhile, 20 up and sing the praises y
Christ where we will never be wear
You know there are some songs that Az
especially appropriate for he home c,.
Gle. Thev stir the soul, they start n.
tears. they turn the heart in on itself. An,
keen sounding after the tune has stoppsd
like some cathedral bell which, long afts'
the tap of the brazen tongue has ceasg
keeps throbbing on the air. Well, it will
he a home song in Heaven; all the sweets,
because those who sang with US in the a.
nestle circle on earth shall join that grs,,
harmony:
Jerusalem, my happy home,
Name ever dear to me;
When shall my labors have an end
In Joy and peace in thee?
On earth we sang harvest songs az n,
wheat came into the barn and the ba,
racks were filed. You know there is N
such time on a farm as when they get n,
crops in; and so in Heaven it will h \
harvest song Oh the part of those who O
earth sowed in tears and Teaped in in
Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gats
and let the sheages come in. Angels shOr
all through the heavens, and muItituds
come down the hills crying: "Harvs
home! harvest home"
There is nothing more bewitching
ones ear than the song Of sailors far OF
at sea, whether in day or night, as ths
pull away at the ropes-the music
weird and thrilling. So the song b
Heaven will be a sailors song. Thg
were voyagers once, and thought thg
could never get to shore, and before thg
could get things snug and trim the g
clone struck them. But now they an
safe, Once they went with damagd
rigging, guns of distress booming througl
the storm; but the pilot came abRd
and he brought them into the harbu
Now they sing of the breakers past, th
Lighthouses that showed them where Il.
sail, the pilot that took them through the'
straits, the eternal shore on which thsy
landed.
Av, it will be the childern's song. Yot
know yerv we'll that the vast majority n
our race die in infancy, and it is estims
ed that eighteen thousand millions Of h2
little ones are standing before God. Wha
thew shall rise up about the throne
sing, the millions and the millions of Il
little ones-ah. that will be music d
YOU! These played in the streets Y
Babylon and Thebes; these plucked llli;
from the foot of Olivet, while Christ va
preaching about them; these waded
Sloan; these were victims of HerOd
massacre; these were thrown to crocOdil
or into the fire; these came up from Chri
tian homes, and these were fondlingS
the city commons-children evorywhs
in all that land; children in the tower
children on the seas of glass, children
the battlements. All, if you do notlh
children, do not go there. They are y
vast majority, and what a song Wh4
they lift it around about the throne!
The Christian singers and composers
all ages will be there to join in that sol
Thomas Hastings will be there. LOVE-
Mason will be there. Bradbury will
there. Beethoven and Mozart will
there. They who sounded the cymbi
and the trumpets in the ancient temp
will be there. The forty thousand harp
that stood at the ancient dedication "
be there. The two hundred singers ~
assisted ON that day will be there. Pr
archs who lived amidst threshing fo1
shepherds who watched amidst ChaIda
hills, prophets who walked with a
boards and coarse apparel pronounce
woe against ancient denominations v
meet the more recent martyrs who WI
up with leaping cohorts of fire, and so
will speak of the Jesus of whom 20
prophesied, and others of Jesus for wi
they died. Oh, what song p! 1t came toJa
upon Patmos; it came to Calvin IN 1
prison; it dropped TO John Knox In
fire: and sometimes that song has COM
your ear, perhaps, for really do thlnl
sometimes breaks over the battlemenS
Heaven.
A Christian wo man, the wife OF an
ister of the Gospel, was dying in theF
sonage near the old church, where ons
urday night the choir used to assem-
and rehearse for the following Sabh'
and she said:
GLOW strangely sweet the CHOIR
hearses tonight; they have been
hearSinc there for an hour"
"No," said some one about her, VA
choir is not rehearsing tonight"
eyes," she said, 81 know they afs
hear them sing; how very sweetly
singw
Now it was not choir of earth ths,'
heard but the choir of Heaven. you
that Jesus sometimes sets ajar the dOu
Heaven, and a passage of that rap-
greets our ears. The minstrels OF he'
strike such tremendous STRAIN the w
of jasper can not hold it.
Iwonder will you sing that song!
I sing it? Not unless our sins are
doned, and we learn now to sing
praise of Christ, will we ever SID
there. The first great concert ever
tended was in New York, when Jnl
in the "Crystal Palace" stood Os
hundreds of singers and hunO1
of players upon instruments
of you may remember that
sion; it was the first one of the kn.
which l was present, and l SHAH I
forget it. l saw that one man SIAM
and with the hand and foot wleIu
great harmony, beating the tlll'
was to me overwhelming. But, o4
grander scene when they shall come
the east and from the west, anu
the north and from the south, az
multitude that no man can number,
the temple of the skies. host beyonuI
rank beyond rank, gallery above ga
and Jesus shall stand before Una.