Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1890-09-18
SUNDAYS SERMON.
ONE. OF REV. DIR. TALMAGE's
STERLING DIsCOURsEs.
"The New Song of Heaven

TEXT: "And they sang ne,U song" Rev
", 9.
Nearly all the cities of Europe and Amer
lea have conservatories of music and associ
ations whose object it is by voice and instru
ment to advance the art of sweet sounds. Oh
Thursday night Exeter Hall, of London, user
to resound with the music of first-class per
formers, who gave their services gratuitously
to the masses, who came in with free tickets
and huzzaed at the entertainment. At Ber
Lin at IL o'clock daily the military band witt
sixty or hundred instruments, discourses al
the Royal Opera House for the people. On
Easter Sunday in Dresden the boom OF
cannon and the ringing of bells bring null
titudes TO the churches TO listen to the or
gan peals and the exciting sounds OF
trumpet and drum. When the great fair
day of Leipsc comes the bands of music
from far and near gather in the street and
bewildera the ear with incessant playing of
lute and horn, violin and bassoon. At Dus-
seldorf once year the lovers of music as
semble, and for three or four days wait upon
the great singing festivals, and shout at the
close of the choruses, and greet the success
ful competitors as tire prizes are distributed
cups and vases of silver and gold. All our
American cities at times resound with or
chestra and oratorio. Those who can sing
well or play skillfully upon instruments are
greeted with vociferation and garlanded by
excited admirers.
There are many whose most ecstatic de
light is to be found in melodies, and all the
splendor of celestial gates. and all the lus-
ciousness of twelve manner Of fruits, and all
the rush of floods from under the throne of
God would not make heaven for them if
there were no great and Transporting har-
monies. Passing along our streets in the
hour of worship you hear the voice of sacred
melody, although YOU do not enter the
building. And passing along the street of
heaven we hear, from the temple of God and
the Lamb, the breaking forth Of magnificent
Jubilate. We may not yet enter in among
the favored throng, but God will not deny US
Che pleasure OF standing while on the out
side to hear John listened to IL a great
while ago, and they sang a new song.n
Let none aspire TO that blessed place who
have no love for this exercise, for although
1t IS many ages since the thrones were set,
and the hai'ps were strung, there has been no
cessation in the song, excepting once for
about thirty minutes; and, judging from the
glorious things now transporting in Gods
world, and the ever accommodating triumphs
OF the Messiah, that was the last half hour
that heaven will ever be silent.
Mark the fact that this was a new song.
Sometimes have in church been hoated
away upon some great choral, in which all
our people seemed to mingle their voices,
and have, in the glow of my emotions said:
''Surely this is music good enough for
heaven" Indeed, l do not believe that
.Luther's Hymn" Coronation or "Old
Hundred, " or mount Pisgahn would sound
III If spoken by sainted lips or thrummed
from seraphic harps. There are many of our
fathers and mothers in glory who would be
slow to shut heavens gate against these old
time harmonies. But this we are told is
new song. Some Of our greatest anthems
and chorals are compositions from other
tunes-the sweetest parts Of them gathered
up into the harmony; and l have
sometimes thought that this s'new
song" may be partly made up Of
sweet strains OF earthly music mingled in
eternal choral. But it will, after all, be a
new song. This do know. that in sweetness
and power it viii be something that the ear
never heard. All the skill of the oldest harp
srs of heaven will be flung into it. All the
love of Gods heart will ring from it, In its
cadences the floods win clap their hands and
y will drop with the sunlight OF everlasting
lay and breathe with odors from the bios
soms OF the tree Of life. "a new song''-just
made for heaven.
Many earthly songs are written by COM
oosers just for the purpose of making tune,
md the land Is flooded with note books in
which really valuable tunes are the excep-
1on. But once in while man Is wrought
Up by some great spectacle, or moved by
'ome terrible agony, or transported by some
Exquisite gladness, and he sits down to write
tune or hymn in which every note or
very word is spark dropped from the forge
u his own burning emotions. So Mendels-
ohm wrote, and so Beethoven, and so Charles
Wesley. Cowper, depressed with misfor-
unes until almost insane, resolved on suicide,
md asked the cab driver to take him to a |
fnfV as.ln 4.
lis own life. The cab driver lost his way,
md Cowper began to think of his sin, and |
vent back to his home, and sat down and !
wrote:
God moves In a mysterious way
His wonders TO perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm. I
Ye fearful saints. fresh courage take;
The clouds you 30 much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
10 blessings on your head.
Mozart composed his own requiem and |
aid to his daughter Emily, "Play that"
And while Emily was playing the requiem |
Mozarts soul went up on the wave of his |
own music into glory. Emily looked around |
md her father was dead
This new song OF heaven was not COM |
posed, because heaven had nothing else to |
To- but Christ, in memory of cross and |
'rown, OF manager and throne, OF earth and !
leaven, and wrought upon by the raptures |
Il the great eternity, poured this from His
leart, made it for the armies of heaven to
hout in celebration of victory, for worship /
rs to chant in their temple services for I
he innumerable home circles of heaven to
ing in the house of many mansions. II
lew tune be started in church there is only !
lere and there person who can sing It.
{ is some time before the congregation
'arns new tune. But not so with the
lew song of heaven. The children who
rent up to-day from the waters of the
ianges are now singing it, That Christian
Ian or woman who faw rninntaz a0a
eparted from this very street has Joined
/. All know it--those by the gates those
q the river bank, those in the temple. Not
cling their way through it, or hating or
Ding back, as if they never before had sung
, but with full, round voice they throw
ieir soul into this new song If some Sab
ath day few notes of that anthem should
avel down the air we could not sing it. No
gan could roll its thunder No harp could
itch it trill. No lip could announce
$ sweetness. Transixed, lost enchanted,
1mb, we could not hear 1.-THE faintest note
the new song. Yet while l speak heavens
athedral quakes under it, and seas of glory
sar It from. beach to beach, and ten thou
md times ten thousand, and thousands of
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