Milford chronicle., 1888-03-09
MILFORD, DEL, FRIDAY. MARCH 8, 1883.

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
I'M Angels shout all through the heavens,
and multitudes come down the hills crying:
Harvest honel harvest homer
There is nothing more bewitching to ones
ear than the song of sailors far out at sea,
whether in day or night, as they pull away
at the ropes; the music is weird and thrilling.
So the song in heaven will be a 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 booming through the storm; but the
pilot came aboard, and he brought them into
the harbor Now they sing of the breakers
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 little
ones are standing before God. When they
shall rise up about the throne to sing, the
millions and the millions of the little ones
ahl that viii be music for you'll These played
in the streets of Babylon and Thebos; these
plucked lilies from the foot OF Olivot while
Christ was preaching about them; these wadei
in Sloan; these We're victims Of HerUd's
massacre; these were thrown to crOcodiles OF
into the fire; these came up from Christian
homes, and these were foundlings on the city
commons-children everywhere in all that
land; children in the towers, children on the
seas of glass, children on the battlements.
All, if you do not like children, do not &C
there. They are in vast majority, and what
a song when they lift it around about the
thronel
The Christian singers and composers Of ali
ages will be there to join in the song. Thomas
Hastings will be there Lowell Mason viii
be there. bradbury will be there Beetho-
ven and Mozart will be there. They who
sounded the cymbals and the trumpets in the
ancient temples will be there The forty
thousand harpers 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 Chal-
dean hills, prophets who walked, with long
boards ;sld coarse apparel, pronouncing woe
against ancient denominations, will meet the
more recent WHO WtllU up Wlln leap
ing cohorts of fire; and some win speak Of
the Jesus Of whom they prophesicd, and
others of the Jesus for whom they died Oh,
what song It came to John upon Patmos;
it came to Calvin in the prison; it dropped
to john Knox in the fire; and sometimes
that song has come to your ear, perhaps for
really do think it sometimes breaks over
the battlements of heaven.
A Chriefiau woman fbn ,x-ifo Of n ,,fnicfor
Of the gospel, was dying in the parsonage
near the old church, where on Saturday
night the choir used to assemble and rehearse
for the following Sabbath, and she said:
GLOW strangely sweet the choir rehearses
tonight; they have been rcheaIsing there for
an hour" "No," said some one about her,
"the choir is not rehearsng tonight "Yes,n
she said, Il know they are, hear them sing;
how very swcetly they singln Now it was
not choir of earth that she heard, but the
choir Of heaven. / think that Jesus some
times sets ajar tho door of heaven, and
passage OF that rapture greets our ears. The
minstrels Of caven strike such tremendous
strain, the walls of jasper cannot hold it.
l wonder, will you sing that song? Win /
sing it, Not unless our sins are pardoned,
and we learn now to sing the praise o, Christ,
will we ever sing it there The first great
concert that l ever attended was III 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 that kind at which was present, and
l shall never forget it. 1 saw that one man
standing, and with 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,
gallery above gallery, and Jesus shall stand
before that great host to conduct tho har-
mony, with his wounded hands and his
wounded feet. Like the voice Of many
waters, like the voice of mighty thunderings,
they shall cry, worthy is the Lamb that
was slain to receive blessings, and riches, and
honor, and glory, and power, world without
end. Amen and anenl" Oh, If my ear shall
hear no other sweet sounds, may hear that!
If 1 join no other glad assemblage, may l
join that
1 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 in
terposition, and he ordered the chaplain to
read the Psalm Of David; and when he came
to the word, Not unto us, o, Lord, but
unto thy name be the praise the king dis
mounted, and all the cavalry dismomted,
and all the great host, officers and men,
threw themselves on their faces. Oh, at the
story Of the Saviors love and the Savior's
deliverance, shall we not PROSTATE ourselves
before him now, hosts Of earth and hosts Of
heaven, falling upon our faces, and crying,
mot unto US, not unto us, but unto thy
name be the gloryw