New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1889-07-17

There met Joseph and Jacob, finding it a
brighter room than anything they saw in
Pharaoh,s palace; David aud the little child
for whom he once tasted and wept; Mary
and Lazarus after the heartbreak OF
Bethany. Timothy and GRANDMOTHER Lois.
Isabella Graham and her sailor son,
Alfred and George Goldman the
mystery of the sea at last made manifest;
Luther and Magdalene. the daughter he be-
moaned. John Howard and the prisoners
whom he gospelized, and mulEitudes without
number who, once so weary and so sad
parted on earth but gIoriousIy met in heaF-
en- Among all the rooms of that house
there is no one that more enraptures mysoul
than that reeeptson-room. In my fathers
house are many rooms
another room IN our fathers house is the
throne-room. We beIongto theroyal family
The blood of King Jesus flows 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 ErancoLIerman war one eventide
m the summer of 1870, I stood studying the
exquisite sculpturIng of the gate of the TuiI-
cries, Paris. Lost IN admiration of the won
dertul art Of that gate I knew not that Twas
exciting suspicion. Lowering my eyes to
the crowds ofpeople found myself being close
~ inspected by governmental officials. who,
from my complexion. Judged me to be Ger
man. and that for some helligerent purpose
| might be examining the gates ofthe palace
MY explanations IN very poor French did
not satisfy them. and they followed me long
distances until | reached my hotel. and were
not satisfied until from my landlord they
learned that [ was only IN inoffensive Ameri-
can; The gates of earthly palaces are care
fully guarded. and If so, how much more
severely the throne-room. A dazzling place
Is 1t for mirrors and all costly art. No one
who ever saw the throne-Foom OF the first
an Nr1Iy-
n embroidered in purple and gold on the
upholstery OF chair and window, the letter
n gilded on the wall, the letter N flaming
from the ceiling. What a conda grafton of
brIlliance the throne-room ofCharles Immau-
uel OF Sardinia, OF Ferdinand of SPAIN of
Elizabeth of England, of Bonifaee OF Italyt
But the throne-room of our fathers house
hath a glory eclipsing all the throne-rooms
that ever saw scenter wave or crown glitter
or foreign ambassador bow, for our fathers
throne Is throne of grace, d
throne of mercy. a throne of holiness,
a throne OF justice, a throne of univer-
sal dominion. We need not stand shiyering
and covering before it, for our father saws
we may yet one day come up and sit on it
beside him. ITO him that oyercometh will
grant TO sit with me on my throne You
see we are princes and prineesses. Perhaps
now we move about ineognito, as Peter the
Great N the garb of a ship-earpenter at Am
sterdam or at Queen Tirzah in the dress of a
peasant woman seeking the prophet for her
child s cure; but it will be found out after
awhile who we are after we get into the
throne-room. Ayel we need not wait until
then We may by prayer and song and
spiritual uplifting this moment enter the
throne-room- 0 king, live fofeverl We
touch the forgiying scepter and PROSTATE
ourselves at thy feetl The crowns OF the roy
al families of this world are tossed about
n nd from, fo,,,
lily to family. There are children years old
IN Berlin who have seen the crown on three
emperors. But wherever the eoronets ofthis
world rise or fall they are destined to meet
III one place And look and see them COM
ing 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 archfv oft of heav-
en-; and while watch and wonder they are
all flung 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 sun shall rise and set no more
Oh, that throne-room of Christi In my
fathers house are many rooms"
Another room in our fathers house is the
music room. st. John and other bible
writer's talk SO much about the music of
heaven that there must be there, perhaps not
such as onearth was thrummed from trem-
bling string Or evoked by touch of ivory key,
but if not that then something better. There
are SO many Christi harpists and Christian
composers and Christian organists and
Christian choristers and Christian Iymnolo-
g1sts that have gone up from earth there
must be Tor them some place ofespeeial de-
lectatlon. Shall we have music in this world
of dlscords and no music in the land of COM
plete harmony? cannot giveyou the notes
OF the first bar of the new song that Is sung
IN heaven can not imagine either the solo
or the doxology- Butheayen means music
and can mean nothing else. Occasionally
that music had escaped the gate DR.. Fuller
dying at Beaufort, S. G.. said: DO you not
hearF' Hear what?' exclaimed the by
ISLANDERS. The musieI Lift me upI Open the
window In that MUSHROOM of our faith
ers house you will some day meet the old
Christian masters, Mozart and Handel 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 saugof sGreenlaudss icy noun ains and
India's coral strand and DIR. Raffies, who
wrote OF High in yonder realms of light
and Isaac Watts, who went to visit Sir
Thomas Abney and wife for a week. but
proved himself SO agreeable a guest that
they made him stay thirty-six years, and
side by side, Augustus Toplady, who has
got over his dislike for Metho-
dists. and Charles Wesley, freed from
his dislike for Calvinists; and George W. Be-
thune, as sweet as a song-maker as he was
great as preacher. and the author OF ssThe
Village Hymns" and many who wrote in
verse and song, in church or by eventide
cradle, and many who were passionateIF
fond OF music but could make none
themselves. The poorest singer there
more than any earthly prima donna and
the poorest player there more than any
earthly Gottschalk OH that MUSHROOM.
the headquarters of cadence and rhythm,
symphony and chant, psalm and antiphonI
May we be there some hour when Haydn sits
at the keys of one of his own oratorios, and
David the psalmist fingers the harp, and
Miriam of the Red sea banks cfaps the GYM
balls and Gabriel puts his lips to the trum-
pet, and the four and twenty soldiers chant.
and Lind and Parepa render matchIess duet
m the MUSHROOM of the old heavenly home
stead. In my fathers house are many
rooms.
Another room IN our fathers house viii be
the family room 1t may correspond some
what With the family room ON earth At
morning and evening. you know, that is the