The Brookhaven leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1883-1891, 1890-09-18
OF Jesus Mightier song as Chrisrs

OF Jesus Mightier song as Christs
glories unfold.
IL the first day we enter Heaven we
sing well, the next day we sing better.
Song anticipate Of more light of more
love, of more triumphs. Always some
thing new to hear, something new to
see. Many good people suppose that we
shall see Heaven the first day we get
there. No. You can not see London in
two weeks. You can not sec Rome in
six weeks. You can not see Ven
ice in a month. You can not 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 ex-
anime the trophies, to gaze upon the
throne, to see the hierarchs Ages on
ages roll, and yet Heaven is new! The
streets new! The temple nowl The
Joy new! The song newt
staid a week at Niagara Falls, hop
ing thoroughly to understand and APP
preciate it But on the last day they
seemed newer and more incomprehen.
sible 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 will we exhaust the
song? Never! Neverl
The old preachers, in describing the
sorrows of the lost used to lift up thoir
hands and shout: Tho wrath to come"
The wrath to GOMEZ" To-day lift up
my hands and looking toward the
great future, cry: THE JOY to comet"
THE bliss to come" Oh, to wander on
the banks of the bright river, and yet
to feel that littlo further down we
shall find still brighter floods entering
| into it! 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, l remark, that it will lie a
unanimous song. There will no doubt,
be some to lead, but all will be expected
to join. 1t will be grand congregation
al 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 uncultivated,
| but our throats cleared at last, and our
| capacities enlarged, you and | will not
be ashamed to utter our voices al loud
| ly as any OF them.
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 opportunity
to hear tho Germans sing will know
what idea | mean to give, when l say
that the great German Nation will pour
their deep, full voices into the new song,
Every body knows tho natural gift OF
the African for singing. No singing on
| this continent like that of the colored
| churches OF the South. Every body
| 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 its
| hands, and all Africa pours her great
| volume of voice into the new song-that
| will be music for you. Added to this
are 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 it every harmony! Crown it with
every gladness! Beat it with every
| splendOr. Fire it with every glory
| Toss it to the greatest height OF maj
esty! Roll it to the grandest cycle Of
eternity.-and then you have but the
faintest conception of what John ex-
| perienced when, amidst the magniicence
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 a cathe-
dral in Europe with an organ at each
| end. Organ answers organ, and the
music waves backward and forward with
indescribable effect. Well, my friends,
the time will come when
earth and Heaven will be but differ
ent parts of one great accord. 1t will be
JOY here and joy there Jesus here and
Jesus there! Trumpet to trumpet! Or
gan to organ! Hallelujah to hallelujah!
Until the day break and the shadows
flee away, turn, my beloved, and be
thou like roe or young hart upon the
mountains Of Bether!"