West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1888-03-15
Jesus, lover OF my soul.
Let me 70 Thy bosom hy.
While the pillows near me roll,
While the tempest still IL high.
Hide me, oh. my saviour! hide
TIL the storm OF life IL past,
Safe Into the haven guide:

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j For the sick, who have no one 70 turn the hot
pillow, no one To put the taper on the stafsd,
| no one 20 put ice on the temple, or pour out
the soothing anodyne, or utter one cheerful
word-yet songs I'm the night For the poor,
/ who freeze in the winters cold, and sweltor
| in tho summers heat, and MUNICH the hard
crusts that bleed the sore gums, and shiver
under blankets that cannot any longer be
patched, and tremble because rent day Is
/ come and they may be set out on the side
! walk. and looking into the starved face OF the
| child and seeing famine there and death
there. coming home from the bakery, and
saying, IN the presence OF the little famshed
ones; "Oh, my God, Four has gone upi'
Yet songs in the night 7 Songs In tho
night For the widow who goes to get the
back pay of her husband slain bv the ''sharp
! shooters and knows 10 is the last help
she will have, moving out or n comfortable
! home in desolation. deqth turning back from
| the exhaustlng cough, md the pale check,
and the lusteriess eve mud refusing all re-
lief. Yet songs I'm the night! Songs I'm the
night For the soldier in the field hospital,
no surgeon to bind up the gun shot fracture.
| no water for the hot lips. no kind hand 10
brush away the flies from the fresh wound,
| no one 20 take the loving farewell, the groan-
\ ing OF Others poare into his own groan, the
blasphemy OF Others blowing up his own
| spirit, tho CONDENSED bitterness OF dying
| away from home among strangers. Yet
songs in the night Songs in the night,
:" said one ding 5oldier tell my
mother that last night there was not one
cloud between Ifly'soul and Jesus. Songs in
| tho nightl Songs in the night
Tle sabbath day has come. From the
affairs OF ten thousand churches has smoked
| up the SAVIOR OF sacrifice. Ministers OF the
! gospel are now preaching in p ain English,
| In broad Scotch, in flowing Itslian. in harsh
Choctaw. Gods people have assembled in
Htndoo temple. and Morayian church, and
! Quakermeeting- house, aud sailors bethel,
and kings chapel, and high towered cathe-
drsL They sang, aud the song foated Off
amiist The spice groves, or struck the Ice
bergs, or foatcd of into the western pines or
was drowned in the clamor OF the great cities.
-bumbermen sang Il, and the factory girls,
and the children in the Sabbath class,
and the trained choirs in great as.
semblages Trappers, with the same voice
with which they shouted yesterday in
the stag hunt, and mariners with throats
that only few days ago sounded in the
hoarse blast of tho sea hurricane they sang
IT, One theme for the sermons. One burden
FOR the song. Jesus for the invocation.
Jesus FOR the Scripture lesson. Jesus for the
baptismal font. Jesus for the sacramental
cup. Jesus for the benediction. But the day
viii go by. lt viii roll away on swift wheels
OF light and love. Again the churches will
be lighted. Tides of people again setting
down the streets. Whole families coming up
the church aisle. We must have one more
sermon, two prayers, three songs, and one
benediction. What shall we preach to-nghtl
What shall we readf What shall 10 be, chill
drenf Aged men and women, what shall it
BET Young men aud maidens, what shall it
hci IL you dared 10 break the silence of this
auditory there would come up thousands of
quick and jubilant voices crying out "Let it
be Jesusl JeSusl
We sing His brth--the barn that sheltered
Him, the mother that nurSel III m, the cattle
that fed beside Him, tue angels that woke up
the Shepherds shaking light over the MIDI
night hills We sing His ministry--the tears
lie wiped away from the eye of the orphans
the lame men that forgot tn cir crutches; the
iamSe who from the bier BIO unde1 out into
the sunlight, her LOCKE gS1k.nE dcsv1 O -er
TIE flushed chee.., The hun Try thousand who
broke the bread as IL blossoned into larger
ioaves-the miracle by which a boy with
hive loaves and two fishes became the sutler
TOR awhOle army. We sing His sofrow-His
stone bruised feet, His aching heart, His
mountain loneliness His desero hunger, His
storm-pelted body, the eternity OF anguish
That shot through His last moments aud the
unreasonable ocean of torment that heaved
up against His cross in one.foaming, wrath
tut omnipotent surge, the sun dashed out,
and the dead, shroud wrapped, breaking open
their sepulchres, and rushing out to see what
was the matter We sing His resurrection
the guard that could not keep Him; the sor-
rog of His disciples; the clouds piling up on
either side in pillared splendor as He went
through, tneading the painless air, higher
ALI higher until He came to the foot of the
throne. and all heaven kept jubilee at the
return OF the ConqueFor.
say once more, Christ is the everlasting
song. The very best Singers sometimes get
weary, and many who sang very sweetly do
not sing now, but hope by the grace Of God
we VIII. after while, go4up 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 tue heart in on itself, and keep sounding
after the tune has stopped, like some cathe-
dral bell which, long after the tap of the
bra2en tongue has ceasef keeps throbbinp or
AaI rvffl ts|n.r HON q.
heaven all the sweeter because those who
sang with ms in tho domestic circle on earth
shall join that great harmony.
Jerusalem, my happy home
When shall my labors have an end
Ia Joy and peace IN thee.
On earth NO sang har Jest songs as the
1 wheat caIue into the barn, and the Dar~-->,-s
were filed You know there Is no such Ginna
on farm as when they get the crops in; and
| so in heaven it viii be harvest song on the
part Of those who on earth sowed in tears
and reaped III JOY. Lift up your heads, We
everlasting gates, and let the sheaves come
'ul Angels shout all through the heavens
and multitudes come down the hills crying:
! Harvest hOmel harvest homer
There IL nothing more bewitching TO ones
ear than tho song OF saiIors far out at sea,
whether in day or night, rs they pun away
at the ropes; the music Is weird and thrilling.
50 the song in heaven win be a sailors song.
They we're vCyagor5 once. nud thought they
could never get 10 shore. and before they
could get things snug and trim tho cyclone
struck them. But now they arc safe. Once
they went with damaged rigging, guns of
distress booming through the storm: but the
I pilot came aboard, and be brought them into
the harbor. Now they sing Of the breakers
/ past, the lighthouses that showed them where
i 20 snii, the plot that took them through the
I straits, the eternal shore ON which they
/ landed.
/ Ay, Il win BE- the ohildrsn's song. You
I know very well That tho vaqt majority Of
l our race die I'm infancy and It Is estimated
I that eighteen thousand millions Of the little
I ones are Standing before Col When they
I shall rise up about the throne % sing the
\ millions and tho m Hons Of the little ones
an That viii BE- music for y0ul These paved
I in the streets II Babylon and Thebcs. these
I plucke1 lilies FROM the foot II Olvet whifo
\ Christ was preaching about them these waded
! in Sloan; these were victims Of Herod's
massacre, these we're thrown 20 crO401iies or
\ into TIE fire; these cane uD from Christian
u homes, and these were foundiings on the city
/ commou8-ehiidren everywhere la all that
1 land. children in tho towers children on the
I seas 81 glass ch l1reu on the batgsmentg
i 40, n you do not Ike children, do not 20
tnere. They ar in ,e-- Ii. "a, and gGat
- q when they lft it around a5out ths
I thr0nef
The Christi9n singers and c7mposers Of on
/ ages vii De there tO 'O.n in the s0ng Thomas
Hastings viii De- there lowell Mason will
1 D. there Bradbury viii be- there Boefho-
I ven and Muynrf W. M To fhrro Trftr trf.o.