The Russellville Democrat., 1890-09-18


 which on ear.h they passed, and it is a night song. That oEe was killed at Yorktown, and with h.m 1t is a battIe song. That one was imprisoned for Cbrists sake, and with him 1t is a prison song That was Christian sailor boy that had bis back broken on the ships halyards, and with him ii is sailors song. That ono burned at Smithfield, and with him it is a fire song. Ohl how they will sing of floods waded, of ffos endured, of persecution suffered. of grace extendcdi Song of hail! Song of sword song of hot lead! song of axel As when the organ-pipes peal out some great harmony, there comes occasion ally tho sound Of the tromulante, weep 1 ing through tho cadences, adding ex- quisiteness to the performances, so amidst the stupendous acclaim of the heavenly worshipers shall come tremu- lcus remembrances Of past endurance, adding sweetues and glory to the trinmphal strain. So tho glorif0d mother will sing of the cradle that death robbed; and the enthroned spirit from the alms-house will sing of life time of want. God may wipe away all tears, but not the memory of the grief that started theml
 Further: It will be an accomplished song. Some have a great prejudice against musical instruments, and oven among those who like them, there Is an idea that they are unauthorized. Hove the cymbals, for Israel clapped them in triumph at the Rcd Sea. l love the harp, for David struck it in praising tho Lord. l love the trumpet, for we are told that it shall wake tho dead. l love all stringed instruments and organs, for God demands that we shall praise Him on stringed instruments and organs. There is in such music much to suggest the higher worship, for I read that when He had taken tho book, tho four-and- twenty elders fell down before the lamb, having every one Of them 'sharps, and II heard the voice of the harpers harping with their harps," and q saw them that had gotten the vic tory from the beast standing on the sea of glass, having tho harps Of God"
 Yes, the song is to be accompanied. You say that all this is fguratiye. Then say, prove it do not know how much Of it is literal, and how much oi 1t is figurative. Who can say but that from some of the precious woods oi earth and Heaven there may not be made instruments of celestial accord. In that worship David may take the harp, and Habakkuk the shiglonoth; and when tho great multitudes shall, following their own inclinations, take up instruments sweeter than Mozart ever fingered, or Schumann ever dreamed of. or Beethoven ever wrote for, let all Heaven make ready for the burst Of stupendous minstrelsY and the roll of the eternal orchestral
 Further: It will be an anlicipative song Why, my friends, Heaven has hardly begun yet If yon had taken the opening piece of music to-day for the whole service, you would not have made so great mistake as to suppose that Heaven is fully inaugurated. Postal choruses or earth last only a short while. Tho famous musical con vocation at Dusseldorf ended with tho fourth day. Our holidays last only eight or ton hours; but Heaven, although singing for so many years, has only just begun 'the new song"
 If the glorified inhabitants recount past deliyerances, they will also en- kindle at glories to come. If, at nine o'clock, when the church opened, you had taken the few people who were scattered through it as the main audi ence, you would not have made so great a mistake as if you supposed that the present population of Heaven are to be it's chief citizenship Although millions are already there. the inhabitants arc only handful compared with the future populations. All China is yet to be saved. All India is yet to be saved. All Borneo is yet to be saved. All Switzer- { land is yet to be saved. All Italy is yet to be saved. All Spain is yet to be saved. All Russia is yet to be saved. All France is yet to be saved. All En- gland is yet to be saved. All America is yet to be saved All the world is yet to be saved After that there may be other worlds to conquer. do not know but that every star that glitters in our : nights is an inhabited world, and that from all those spheres mighty host ' are to march into our Heaven. There will be no gate to keep them out We do not want to keep them out We will not want to keep them out God will not want to keep them out
 have sometimes thought that all the millions of earth that go into glory are but very small colony compared with the influx from the whole universe. God , l only for the universe, but for ten thou. sand universes. do not know just how it will be, but this know, that Heaven is to be constantly augmented; and that the song of glory is rising higher and higher, and the procession is being multiplied. If Heaven sang when Abel went up-the first soul that ever left earth for glory-how must it sing now when souls go up in focks from all Christendom, hour by hour and moment by moment?
 Our happy gatherings on earth are chilled by the thought that soon we must separate. Thanksgiving and Christmas days come, and the rail trains flying thither arc crowded. Glad re- unions take place. We have time of great enjoyment But soon it Is good bye in tho hall" goodbye" at the door, good bye" on tho street, good bye" on the rail train, ''good-bye" at the steamboat wharf We meet in church. It is good to be hero. But soon the doxology will be sung, tho benediction pronounced, and the audience will Do gone. But there are no separations no good-byes in Heaven. At the door of the house oi many mansions, no goodbye. At the peariy gate, no goodbye Tho song will be more pleasant, because we arc always to sing it Mightier song as our other friends como in. Mightier song as other gariands arc set on the brow of Jesus. Mighter song as Chrlsts glories unfold
 If the first day we enter Heaven VIC sing well, the next day we sing better.