Connecticut western news., 1890-09-10
A HEAVEN LARGE ENOUGH FOR THE
 UNIVERSE

I have sometimes thought that all tho millions of earth that go into glory arc but very small colony compared with the influx from the whole uni verse. God could build a heaven large enough not only for the universe, but for ten thousand universes. do not know just how it will be, but this l 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 sung when Abel went up-th, first soul that ever left earth for glory how must it sing now when souls hour by hour and moment by momentl
 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 are crowded. Glad re- unions take place. We have a time of great enjoyment. But soon it is '.good- by" in the hall, tgood-by" at the door, ''good-by" on the street, ''good-by" at the rail train, ''good-by" at the steam boat wharf. We meet in church. It is good to be here. But soon the doxology will be sung, the benediction pronounced, and the audience will be gone. But there are no separations, no good-bys in heaven. At the door of the house of many mansions no good bys. At the pearly gate no good-by. The song will be more pleasant be- cause we are always to sing it. Mightier song as our other friends come in. Mightier song as other garlands are set on the brow of Jesus. Mightier song as Christ's glories unfold.
 WE WILL SING WE'LL IN HEAVEN.
 If the first day we enter heaven we sing we'll, the next day we sing better. Song anticipative of more light, of more love, of more triumphs. Always something new to hear, something new to see. Many good people suppose that we shall see heaven the first day we get there. Nol You cannot see London in two weeks. You cannot see Rome in six weeks. You cannot see Venice in month. You cannot see the great city of the New Jerusalem in Q day. No, it will take all eternity to see heaven, to count the towers, to examine the trophies, to gaze upon the throne, to see the hierarchs. Ages on ages roll, and yet heaven is newl The streets new! The temple newl The joy new! The song newt
 1 staid a week at Niagara Falls, hoping thoroughly to understand it and appreciate it. But on the last day they seemed newer and more incom- prehensible than on the first day. Gazing on the infinite rush of celestial splendors, where the oceans of delight meet and pour themselves into the great heart of God-how soon win we exhaust the song? Neverl Neverl
 The old preachers in describing the sorrows of the lost used to lift up their hands and slout: ''The wrath to come! The wrath to come!" Today lift up my hands, and looking toward the great future cry: 'The joy to come The bliss to come!'' Oh, to wander on the banks of the bright river, and yet to feel that little further down we shall find still brighter floods entering into itl Oh, to stand thousand years listening to the enchanting music of heaven, and then to find out that the harpers are only tuning their harps.
 Finally, remark, that it will be a unanimous song. There will no doubt be some to lead, but all will be ex- pected to join. It will be grand con- gregational singing. All the sweet voices of the redeemed! Grand music it will be when that new song arises. Luther sings it. Charles Wesley sings it. Lowell Mason sings it. Our voices now may be harsh and our ears un- cultivated, but, our throats cleared at last and our capacities enlarged, you and will not be ashamed to utter our voices as loudly as any of them.
 GOD GRANT WE MAY ALL SING
 Those nations that have always been distinguished for their capacity in song will lift up their voices in that melody. Those who have had much opportuni- ty to hear the Germans sing will know what idea mean to give when I say that the great German nation will pour their deep, full voices into the new song. Everybody knows the natural gift of the African for singing. No singing on this continent like that of the colored churches in the south. Everybody going to Richmond or to Charleston wants to hear the Africans sing But when not only Ethiopia, but all that continent of darkness, lifts up it's hands, and all Africa pours her great volume of voice into the new gong-that will be music for you. Add ed to this arc all the sixteen thousand millions of children that are estimated to have gone into glory, and the host of young and old that hereafter shall people the earth and inhabit the stars.
 Oh! the new song! Gather it all up! Multiply it with every sweetness! Pour into f every harmony! Grown it with every gladness! Belt it with every splendor! Fire it with every glory! Toss it to the greatest height of majes- ty! Roll it to the grandest cycle of eternity land then you have but the faintest conception of what John ex- perienced when, amidst the magnifi- cence of apocalyptic vision, he heard 1.-the new song.
 God grant that at last we may all sing it. But if we do not sing the praise of Christ upon earth we will never sing it in heaven. Be sure that your hearts are now attuned for the heavenly worship. There is cathe- dral in Europe with an organ at each end. Organ answers organ, and the music waves backward and forward with indescrihahla effect Well rnv