Dodge City times., 1888-03-22

"aido, at nine ty-e1Snt years OF ag(
stood beside me-. The choir sang a tune
I said:
81 am sorry they sang that new tune
nobody seems to know it."
'Bless you, my son." said the old man
Il heard that seve nty years ago?'
There was a song today that touches
the 'ife OF the aged with holy fire, an
kndled glory in their vision that GU
younger ey-sight can not see. 1t was tn
SOM of salvation-J .sus, who fed then
all their lives long; Jesui, in whose nam
their marriage consecrated, ant
wh 1se resurrection has ronred light upoI
the graves of the r departed. Blessed th'
b bic IN which spec &C Ell old a ,e read,
the promise: II will never leave you
never forsake you!" Blessed the staff or
which the worm out pill grim totters on to
ward the welcome of his Redeemer
Blessed the hymn book in which the fal
tering tongue and the failing eyes find
Jesus, the old mans song.
Ispeak to you again of Jesus as the
night-song. Job speaks of Him who
giveth songs in the night. John Welch,
the old Scotch minister. used to put q
plaid across his bed on cold nj ghts, and
some one asked him why he put that
there. He sal id, "Oh. sometimes in the
night want to sing the praise Of Jesus,
and to get down and pray; then / just
take that plaid and wrap it around me,
to keep myself from the cold" Songs in
the night! N ght of trouble has come
down upon many of you. Commercial
losses put ont one star, slandsrous abuse
put out another star, domestic bereave-
ment has put out a thousand lights, and
gloom has been added to gloom, and
chill to chill, and sting to sting, and one
midnight has seemed to borrow the
fold from another midnight to wrap
itself In NOR, unbearabie darkness;
but Christ has spoken peace to your
heart, and you can sing:
Jesus, lover Of my SOUL
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the blllows near me roll,
While the tempest still is high.
Hide me- o, my Saviour. hide.
Till the storm OF life is past:
Safe into the haven guide
oh, receive my soul at last.
Songs IN the night! Songs in the
night! For the ck, who have no one to
turn tie hN pillow, no one to put the
taper on the stGnd, no one to put ice on
the tenn l., or pour out the soothing ano-
dyne, or utter one cheerful word-yet
songs in the night For the poor, who
freeze in the winters cold, and swelter
in the summers heat, and MUNICH the
hard crusts that bleed the sore gums, and
shiver under blankets that can not any
longer be Iatched, and tremble because
rent day is come and they may bs set out
on the sidewalk. and looking into the
starved face of the child and. seeing
fo, a.
home from the bakery AMI saving, in the
presence of the littl, famished ones: 'Oh,
my God, -four has gone upv' Yet songs
the widow who goes to get the
back pay of her husband, slain
by the "sharpshooters, and knows it is
the last help she will have, moving out of
a comfortable home in desolation, death
turning back from the exaausting cough
and the pale cheek, and the lusterless eve,
aud refusing all relief. Yet songs in the
night For the soldier in the field hospital,
no surgeon to bind up the gunshot fract.
ure, no water for the hot lips, no kind
hands to brush away the flies from the
fresh wound, no one to take the loving
farewell, the groaning of others poured
into his own groan, the blasphemy of
densed bitterness of dying away from
home among strangers. Yet songs in the
night! Songs in the night !. "AhW said
one dying sold er: "Tell nv mother
that last night there was not one cloud
between my soul and Jesus" Songs in
the night! SONGS in the nigh!!
The sabbath day has come. From the
altars of ten thousand churches has
smoked up the savor of sacrifice. Min.
listers of the Gospel are now preaching In |
plain English, in broad Scotch, in flow.
ing Italian, in harsh Choctaw. Gods
people have assembled in Hindoo temple, |
and Moravian church, and Quaker meet |
ing-house, and sailors bethel, and Kings |
chapel, and high lowered cathedral. |
They sang, and the song foated of |
amidst the spice groves, or struck the ice- |
bergs, or foated of into the Western |
pines, or was drowned in the clamor of |
the great cities. Lumbermen sang it, and |
the factory girls and the children in the |
Sabbath class and the trained choirs in |
great assemblages. Trappers, with the
same voice with which they shouted yes.
terday in the stag hunt, and mariners,
with throats that only a few days
ago sounded in the hoarse blast
Of the sea hurricane, they sang
it. One theme for the sermons. One bur.
den for the song. Jesus for the invoca.
tion. Jesus for the Scripture lesson.
Jesus for the baptismal font. Jesus for
the sacramental cup. Jesus for the bene.
diction. But the day will go bv. 1t will
roll away on swift wheels of light and
love. Aga'n the churches will be lighted.
Tides of neople ain setting down the
streets, Whole families coming up the
chu rch aisl,. We m lst have one m ,re ser.
non, two prayers, three son rs and one
oensdiction. What shall we preach to.
night? What shall we read? What shall
It be, children? AGED men and women,
what shall it be: Yoang men and maid.
ans, what shall it b.? II you dared to
break the sie ice of this auditory, there
would come up thousands Of quick and
|ubilant voices, crying out: "Let it be
Jesus Jesus!'
We sing His birth-the barn tn at shelter.
ID Him, the mother that nursed Him, the
.attle that fed beside him. the angels that
woke up the shepherds, shaking light
,ver the midnight hills. We sing His
tears He wiped away from
he ewes Of the orphans, the lame men
hat forgot their crutches, the damsel
who from the bier bounded out into the
unli ght, her locks shaking down over the
lushed cheeks; the hungry thousand
Who broke the bread a it blossomed into
arger loaves-that miracle by which q
10Y with Ave loaves and two fishes be.
anne the sutlsr FOR a whole army. We
ing His sorrows-His stone bruised feet