Milford chronicle., 1889-07-12

sang about nm II All Lue cnuicues &aA
through all our earthly lifetime, viii it be,
Just for one second 20 sea him. The most
rapturous idea we sver had Of him on sacra-
mental days, or at the height of some great
revival, or under rIe uplifted baton Of an
Oratorio, are bankruptcy OF thought com
pared with the first fash Of his appearance
IN that reception room.
At that moment, Ehen you confront each
other, Christ looking upon you and you look
ing upon Christ, there will be an ecstatic
thrill AID surging Of emotion that beggars
all description Look They need no intro
6uction. Long ago Christ choose chat re-
pentant sinner and that repentant sinner
rhose Christ Mightiest moment OF an I'M
mortal history-the first kiss Of heayenl
Jesus and the soul The soul aud Jesus
But now into that r@ePtion room pour the
glorilied kinsfolk Enough Of earthly reten-
ton to let you know 6hem, but without their
wourGs or their sickness or their troubles
See what heaven has done for them. So
radiant, 50 gleeful, SO transportingly lovely
They call you by naTsa They greet you with
an ardor proportional to the anguish of your
parting and the length OF your separation.
Fatherl Motherl There is your child. SIS
kersl Brothers. Friends | wish you joy.
For years apart, together again in the receP-
tio3 room Of the old homestead. You see
they will know you ere coming. There are
30 many immortals filling all the spaces be-
tween here and heaven that news like that
dies like lightning. They will be there in an
Instant; though they were in some other
world on errand from God signal would be
thrown that would fetch them Though you
might at first feel dazed and overawed at
their supernal splendor, all that feeling will
be gone at their first touch Of heavenly
salutation and we will say: 80 my lost boy"
20 my lost companion, " 20 my lost friend,
are we here tOgetherp What scenes have
been witnessed in that reception room Of the
old homestead There met Joseph and Jacob
finding it a brighter room than anything
they saw in Pharaoh's palace; David and the
little child for whom he once tasted and
wept; Mary and Lazarus after the heartbreak
of Bethany; Timothy aud grandmother Lois;
Isabella Graham and her sailor son, Alfred
and George Goodman, the mystery Of the sea
at last made manifest; Luther and Magda-
iene the daughter he bemoaned; John How
ard and the prisoners whom he gospelized;
Snd multitudes without number who, once so
weary and once so sad, parted on earth but glo-
riously met in heaven. Among all the rooms
of that house there is not one that more en-
Faptures my soul than that reception ROOM
sin my Fathers house are many rooms"
WE ARE OF THE ROYAL FAMILY.
Another room in our Fathers house is the
throne room. We belong 70 the royal family
The blood of King Jesus tiows in our veins,
So we have right TO enter the throne ROOM
1t is no easy thing on earth to get through
even the outside door Of a kings residence.
During the Franco-German war one eventide
I fba
exquisite sculpturing of the gate Of the Tuil-
cries, Paris Lost in admiration of the won
derful art of that gate, knew not that was
exciting suspicion. Lowering my eyes to tho
crowds of people found myself being closely
inspected by governmental officials, who from
my complexion judged me to be German,
and that for some belligerent purpose might
be examining the gates of the palace. My
explanations in very poor French did not
satisfy them and they followed me long dis
tances until l reached my hotel, and were
not satisfied until from my landlord they found
that l was only an inoffensive American.
The gates of earthly palaces are carefully
guarded, and, if so, how much more severely
the throne room! A dazzling place is it for
mirrors and all costly art. No one who ever
saw the throne room of the first and only Ma
poleon will ever forget the letter embroid-
cred in purple and gold on the upholstery of
chair aud window, the utter n gilded on the
wall, the letter n chased on the chalices, the
letter n flaming from the ceiling. What
conhagaratiOn of brillance tine throne room
of Charles Emmanuel of Sardinia of ferdi-
nand of Spain, of Elizabeth of England, Of
Boniface of Italyl But the throne room of
our Fathers house hath a glory eclpsing all
the throne rooms thae ever saw scepter
wave, or crown glitter, SCR foreign am
bassador bow, for our Fathers throne is
throne of grace, a throne of mercy,
throne Of holiness, a throne Of justice,
throne of universal dominion. We need not
stand shivering and covering before it, for
our Father says we may yet one day come
up and sit on 1t beside him. ITO him that
overcometh will / grant to sit with me in
my throne" You see we are princes and
princesses. Perhaps now we move about in
cognito, as Peter the Great in the garb Of u
skip carpenter at Amsterdam, or as Queen
TRIAL in the dress of peasant woman seek
ing the prophet for her child's cure; but It
will be found out after while who we are
when we get into the throne room. Aye, we
need not wait until then. We may by prayer
and song and spiritual uplifting this moment
enter the throne ROOM o King, live for
tNtIl We AOuCn kuo AOA kAfAiAk nlGpNGA anu
prostate ourselves at thy feetl The crowns
of the royal families Of this world are tossed
about from generation to generation and
from family to family. There are children four
years old in Berlin who have seen the crown
on three emperors. But wherever the coro-
nets Of this world rise or fall, they are des-
tined to meet in one place, And look and
see them coming from north and south and
east and west, the Spanish crown, the Italian
crown, the English crown, the Turkish crown,
the Russian crown, the Persian crown-aye,
all the crowns from under the great archi-
volt of heaven; and while l watch and won
der they are all aung in rain of diamonds
around the pierced feet.
Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journeys run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Oh, that throne room of Christi ''In my
Fathers house are many rooms"
PLENTY OF MUSIC IN HEAVEN.
Another room I'm our Fathers house is the
music room. St. John and other Bible writ
ers talk SO much about the music Of heaven
that there must be music there, perhaps not
such as on earth was thrummed from trem-
bling string OF evoked by touch of ivory key,
but II not that, then something better There
are SO many Christian harpists and Christian
composers and Christian organists and Chris
tian choristers and Christian hymnologists
that have gone up from earth, there must be
for them some place of especial delectation.
Shall we have music In this world of diseords
and no music in the land Of complete har-
monyl cannot give you the notes OF ths
first bar Of the new song that is sung in
heaven, / cannot imagine either the solo or
the doxology. But all this Bible talk
about stringed and wind instruments in
heaven means music, and can mean nothing