The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1888-01-05

went to the graveyard, and they
laid the body of the mother
down into the ground; and the little girl
came up to the verge of the grave, and,
looking down at the body of her mother,
said: sis this heaven?' Obi we have
no idea what heaven is. 1t is the grave
here-it is darkness here-but there ia
merrymaking yonder. Methinks when
a soul arrives son1e angel takes it around
to show it the wonders of that blessed
place. The usher angel says to the newly
arrived: .'These are the martyrs that
perished at Piedmont; these were torn
to pieces at the Inquisition; this is the
throne of the great Jehovah; this is Jesus. y
II am going to see Jesus" said dying
boy; 81 am going to see Jesus" The
missionary said. "You are sure you will
see him?'' '.Ohl yes; that's what ]
want to go to heaven for. = "But, " said
the missionary, suppose Jesus should 60
away from heaven-what then?" 81
should follow him. said the dying boy.
ss9But if Jesus went down to hell-what
then?' The dying boy thought
for moment and then said:
ss'Where Jesus is there can be nc
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That will be heavenl Obi to put our
hand in that hand which was wounded
for us on the cross-to 60 around amid
the groups of the redeemed. and shake
hands with the prophets, and apostles,
and martyrs. and with oursown adaaY,
beloved ones! That VIII be the great Te-
union: We cannot imagine Il now, oui
loved ones seem 90 far away. When
we are in trouble and lonesome, they
don't seem to come to US We go on the
banks of the Jordan and call across to
them, but they don't seem to hear. We
say: lis it well with the child? Is it well
with the loved ones9" and we listen to
hear if any voice comes back over the
waters. None! nonel Unbelief says.
'sThey are dead, and they are annihi'
lated" but, blessed be God, we have q
Bible that tells US different. We open il
and we find they are neither dead mol
annihilated-that they never were *
much alive as now-that they are only
waiting for our coming, and that we
shall join thena on the other side Of the
river. Oh, glorious reunioni We can
not grasp it now. ''Eye hath not seen
nor ear heard, neither have entered into
the heart Of man the things which Goo
hath prepared for them that fove him. y
Oh, what q place d axpianaaioa i VII
be.
see, every day, profound mysteries
of Providence. There Is no question we
ask oftener. than Why? There are hun
dreds of graves in Greenwood and Lau
rel Hill that need to be explained. Hos
pitals for the blind and lame, asylums fol
/ the idiotic and insane, almshouses fol
the destitute, and world of pain ant
misfortune that demand more than hu
man solution. Ah! God will clear it al
up. In the light that pours from the
throne, no dark mystery can live
Things now utterly inscrutable will bt
iliumined as plainly as though the
answer were written on the jasper
wall, or sounded in the temple anthem
Bartimeus will thank God that hi
was blind; and Lazarus that he was
covered with sores; and Joseph that he
was cast into the pit; and Daniel that ht
denned with lions; and Paul that he wa.
humpbacked; and David that he wa
driven from Jerusalem and that invalid
that for twenty years he could not lif
his head from the pillow; and that widow
that she had such hard work to carr
bread for her children. The song viii b
all the grander for earth's weeping eyes
and aching heads, and exhausted hands
and scourged backs, and martyreC
agonies. But we can get no idea of tina
anthem here. We appreciate the power
of secular music, but do we appreciate
| H. 0f T6ora &c h
ing more inspiiiting to me than who'll
congregation lifted on the wave o
holy melody. When we sing SOM
Of those dear old psalms and tune
they rouse all the memories of th
past. Why some of them were cradle
soIgs In our fathers house. They ar
all sparkling with the morning dew of ;
thousand Christian Sabbaths. They wer
sung by brothers and sisters gone now
by voices that were aged and broken II
the muisic-voices none the less swee
because they did tremble and break
When I hear those old songs sung,
seems as If all the old country meeting
homes Joined in the chorus, and cit
church, and sailors bethel and western
cabins, until the whole continent lifts th
doxology and the scepters of eternit
beat time in the music. Away the
with your starveling tunes that chill tn
devotions of the sanctuary, and max
the people sit silent when Jesu
is marching on to victory. Whe
generals come back from victorious wars
don't we cheer them and shout, ts'Huzza
huzza2" and when Jesus passes along i
the conquest of the earth, shall we nc
have for him one loud, ringing cheer?
AL bail the power of Jesus namel
| Let angels prostrate fall,
Bring forth the royal dadem,
And crown him Lord Of ALL
But, my friends, if music on earth
SO sweet, what will it be in HEAVIER
They all know the tune there. All th
best singers of all the ages will join it
choirs Of white robed children, choirs c
patriarchs, choirs of apostles. Mornin
stars clapping their eymbals. Harper
with their harps. Great anthems {
God, roll oni roll on!--other empire
joining the harmony till the thrones al
all full, and the nations all saved. Al
them shall touch anthem, chorus joi
chorus, and all the sweet sounds of cart
and heaven be poured into the ear {
Christ. David Of the harp will be there
Gabriel of the trumpet will be there
Germany, redeemed, will pour its dee
bass voice into the song, and Africa wi
add 10 the music with her matches
voices,
Ivish we could anticipate that sons
wish IN our closing hymn today v
might catch an echo that slips from I'll
gates. Who knows but that when th
heavenly door opens today to let som
soul through there may come forth I'll
strain of the jubilant voices until W
catch it? Oh, that as the song droI
, down from heaven, 1t might meet ha
way song coming up from earth.
They rise for the doxology, all til
multitude of the blest! Let us rise wit
them; and so at this hour the joys of IL
, church on earth and the joys of IL
church in heaven will mingfe their cha
ices, and the dark apparel of our NOR
| ing will seem to whiten into the spotle
raiment of the skies. God grant TIL
through the rich mercy of our Lord Jes'
: Christ we may all get there.
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