The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-07-08


There is your child. Sisters, Brothers.
Friendsl l wish you JOY For years apart,
together again in the reception room OF the
old hon Sste6d- You see they viii know you
are coming. There are 50 many immortals
filling all the spaces between here and
heaven that news like that flies ike light
ming. They will be the IN an instant;
though they were 10 some other world on
errand from God a signal would be thrown
that would fetch them. Though you might
at first feel dazed and overawed at their
xupernal splendor, all that feeling viii be
gone at their first touch of heavenly saluta-
ton and we will say: 80 my lost boy" 20
nv lost conpenion," 90 my lost friend, are
we here toyetherF What scenes have been
witne sed in that reception room Of the old
homestead There met Joseph and Jacob,
they saw in Pharoahs palace;
David and the little child for
whom he once tasted and wept; Mary and
Lazarus after the heartbreak Of Bethany;
Timothy and Grandma her Lois; Isabella
Graham and her sailor son, Alfred and
George Goodman, the mystery OF the sea at
lest made manifest; Luther and Magda-
lene, the daughter he bemoaned; John
Howard and the prisoners whom be gospel
lied, and multitudes without number who,
once so weary and so sad parted on earth
but gloriously met in heaven Among all
the rooms of that house there is no one that
more enraptureS my soul than that re-
ception room. 'In my Fathers house are
many rooms
Another room in our Fathers house is the
throne room We belong to the royal
family. The blood of King Jesus flows in
our veins, so we have a right to enter the
throne room. 1t is no easy thing on earth
70 get through even the outside door of a
kings residence. During the Franco
German war one eveutide in the summer of
1870, stood studying the exquisite sculpt-
uring Of the gate Of the Tuileries, Paris.
Lost in admiration of the wonderful
art Of that gate, knew not
that l was exciting suspicion. Lower
ing my eyes 10 the crowds of people, |
found myself being closely inspected by
governmental officials, who, from my com
plexion, judged me to be German, and
that for some belligerelt purpose | might
be examining the gates of the palace Ny
explanations, in very poor French, did not
satisfy them aud they followed me long dis
tances until i reached my hotel, and were
not satisfied until from my landlord they
found that was only an inotfensive Ameri-
can. The gates of earthly palaces are care
fully guarded, and, if so, how much moro
severely the thro room. A dazzling
place is il for mirrors and all costly art.
No one who ever saw the throne room of
the first aud only Napoleon will ever
forget the letter n embroidered In purple
and gold on the upholstery of chair and
window, the letter n gilded on the wall,
the letter n chased on the challces the
letter n flaming from the ceiling. What a
confiagration of brilliance the throne room
of Charles Immenuel of Sardinia, of Ferdi-
nand of Spain, of Elizabeth of England, of
Boniface Of Italy But the throne room of
our Fathers house hath a glory eclipsing
all the throne rooms that ever saw scepter
wave, or crown glitter, or foreign ambassa-
dor bow for our Fathers throne is a throne
of grace, a throne of mercy, throne of
holiness, a throne of justice, throne uni
versal dominion. We need not stand shiv-
ering and covering Def re it, for our Father
says we may yet one day yet come up and
sit on it beside him. "To him that over
cometh will | grant to sit with me in my
throne You see we are princes and prin-
cesses. Perhaps now we move about in
cognito. as Peter the Great in the garb OF
ship carpenter at Amsterdam, or as Queel
Tirzah in the dress of a peasant woman
cure; but it will be found out after
awhile 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
forever We touch the forgiving scepter
and PROSTATE ourselves at thy feetl The
crowns of the royal families Of this world
are tossed about from generation TO genera
tion and from family to family. There are
children four years old in Berlin who have
seen the crown on three emperors. But
whenever the corSnets OF this world rise
or fall, they are destined to meet in one
place. And l look and see them coming
from north and south and east q west,
the Spanish crown, the Italian crown, the
English crown, the Turkish crown, the Rus
sian crown, the Persian crown, aye, all the
crowns from under the greav archivolt of
heaven; and while l watch and wonder
they are all flung in rain Of diamonds
around the pierced feet.
Jesus shall reign where'e r the sun
Does his successive journeys run,
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore
Till sun shall rise and set no more
Oh, that throne room of Christ! SIN MY
fathers house are many rooms"
Another room in our Fathers house is the
music room. st. John and other Bible
writers talk so much about the music of
heaven that there must tie music there
perhaps not such as on earth was tnrummed
from trembling string or evoked by touch
OF ivory Key, but If not that, then some
thing better. There are so many christian
harpists and christian comp 9sers and chris
tian organsts and christian choristers and
christian hymn, logists that have gone up
from earth, there must be for them some
place of especial dedication Shall we
have music i'll this world OF discords and
no music in the land of complete har-
mony! l cannot give you the notes of the
first bar of the new song that is sung in
heaven, | cannot imagine either the solo or
the doxology. But heaven means music.
and can mean nothing else. Occasionally
that music has escaped the gate DR.. Full
Ter, dying at Beaufort, S. c., said: do
you not hearF' Hear whatT exclai ned
the bystanders. "The music! Lift me uni
Open the Window In that music room of
our Fathers house you will some dav meet
the old christian masters, Mozart and Han
del and Mendelssohn and Beethoven and
Doddridge, whose sacred poetry was as
remarkable as his sacred prose, and
James Montgomery and William Cowper.
at last got rid of his spiritual melancholy
and Bishop Heber, who sang of Green
hands icy mountains and lndia's coral
strand and Or. Rallies, who wrote of
High IL yonder realms of light and
Isaac Watts, who went to visit Sir Thomas
Abney and wife for a week but proved
himself so agreeable guest that they made
him stay thirty-Six years; and side by side.
Augustus Toplady, who has got over his
dislike for Methodists, and Charles Wesley
freed from his dislike for Calvinists.
and George W Bethune. as sweet as
song maker as he was great as preacher
and the author Of The Village Hymns;n
and ma y who wrote in verse or song in
church or by eveutide cradle, and many
who were DaSsiOnatelv fond of music b,,t