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

and women, what shall IL be? Young
men and maidens, what shall II be? II
you dared to break the silence OF this
auditory, there would come up thousands
OF quick and jubilant voices, crying out,
''Let IL be Jesus! Jesusl"
We sing his birth: the barn that shell
tered him; the mother that nursed him;
the cattle that fed beside him; the angels
that woke up the shepherds, shaking light
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 sun
light, her locks shaking down over the
flushed cheek; the hungry. thousands who
broke the bread as il blcssomed into larger
loaves-that miracle by which boy with
five loaves and two fishes became the
sutler for u whole army. We sing his
sorrows: his stone-bruiscd feet; his aching
heart; his mountain Loneliness; his desert
hunger; his storm-pclted body; the eternity
OF anguish that shot through his last mo-
ments, and the immeasurable ocean OF
torment that heaved up against his cross
in one foaming, wrathful, omnipotent
surge; tho sun dashed out, and
the dead, shroudwrapped, breaking
open their scpulchers, and rushing out to
see what was the matter. We sing his
resurrection: the guard that could not
keep him, the sorrow OF his disciples, the
clouds piling up ON either side in pilared
splendors as he went through, trcading the
pathless air, higher and higher, until he
came TO the foot OF the throne, and all
heaven kept jubilee at the return OF the
conqueror.
say once more, Christ Is the eyerlast-
ing song The very best singers some
times get tired; the strongest throais some
times get weary, and many who sang very
sweetly do not sing now; but j hope by
the grace Of God We will, after awhile, 60
up and sing the praises OF Christ where we
will never be weary. You know there are
some songs that are especially appropriate
for the home circle. They stir The soul,
they start the tears, they turn the heart in
on itself, and keep sounding after the tune
has stopped, like some cathedral bell
which, long after the brazen tongue has
ceased, keeps throbbing on the air. Well,
II will be home song in heaven, all the
sweeter because those who sang Il with MS
in the domestic circle ON earth shall join
that great harmony.
| Jerusalem. my happy home,
Name ever dear 90 me;
When shall my labors have nn end
In JOY aud peace In thcef"
On earth we aang harvest songs as the
wheat came into the barn and the barracks
were filled. You know there is no such
time on farm as when they get the crops
in, and 30 In heaven IL will be n harvest
song on the part Of those who on earth
sowed in tears and rcapcd in JOY. Lift up
your heads, ye everlasting gates, and let
the sheaves come inl Angels shout all
through the heavens, and multitudes como
down the hills crying, Harvest homel
harvest homel"
There IL nothing moro bewitching 10
ones ears than the song oi sailors far out
at sea, whctheitt day or night, rs thcypull
away at the ropes--the music Is wierd aud
thrilling So the song In heaven will be q
sailors song. They were yoyagcH once,
and thought they could never get 10 the
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 aud 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, Il will be- the childrcn's song. You
know very well'that the vast majority oi
our race die In infancy, and II Is estimated
that ls,OO0,OOO Of the little ones an
standing before God. When they shall
rise up about the throne 10 sing the mill.
ions and millions OF the little oncs-ahl
that will he music tor youl These played
In the streets OF Babylon and Thebes;
these plucked lilies from the foot Of Oil.
vet while Christ preached about them;
these waded in Sloan; these were thrown
60 crocodilcs or into the fire; thcsc came
up from Christian homes, and these were
ioundlings 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, II you
do not like children do not 20 there
They are In vast majority, and what 4
song when they lift Il around about the
throncl
The Christian singers and composers, o
all ages, will be there TO Join In that song
Thomas Hastings will be there. Lowell
Mason will be there. Bradbury will bl
there. Beethoven and Mozart will h
there. They who sounded the cymbal
and the irumpcts In the ancient tomplc
will be there. The 10000 harpcrs tina
stood at the ancient dedication will h
there. Tho 200 singers that assisted OF
that day will be there. Pairiarchs win
lived amidst thrcahing floors, shepherd
who watched amidst Chaldean hills
prophets who walked, with long beard
, and coarse apparel, pronounoing wo
, against ancient abominations, will mce
the more recent martyrs who went ~
with leaping cohorts OF fire; and some VII
speak of the Jesus Of whom they pru
phesied, and others Of the Jesus for WHOM
Z they died. Oh, what songl IL came :
John upon Patmos, II came 10 Calvin i
. the prison; Il dropped 10 John Knox i
\ the Gre; and sometimes that song la
/. come 10 your ear, perhaps, Tor really d
/, think II sometimes breaks over the BATH,
: mcnts Of heaven.
A Christian woman, the wiic Of n mir
isier Of the gospel, was dying In the pal
!, sonage near the old church, where o
y saturday night the choir used 10 asscmbl
and rchcarSo for the following Sabbath
!, and she said. "IIow strangely sweet IN
: choir rehcarses tonight; they have bee
!, rchearsing thcro for an hour" mo,
= said some one, ''the choir Is not rchearsln
= tonight" "Ycs," she said, III know the
= are, I hear them sing; how very sweet
y they singl" Now, II was not n choir
!, earth that she heard, but the choir
y heaven. I think that Jesus someiiml
= acts alar the door Of heaven, and n pa
y y sage of il.at raplpCc greets our carA III