The Brookhaven leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1883-1891, 1890-09-18
TALMAGE'S SERMON.
Tho Melodies Of the Celestial
Roalms Described.
The Love of Music In the Human Race
Simply AnticlpatIve OF the Grand
Festival of Song In the Heav-
emily Home.


bath on the subject Of "Heavenly Song,
taking for his text:
And they sang a new song.-Rev. vi
Nearly all the cities of Europe and
America have Conservatives of music
and associations whose object it is, by
voice and instrument to advance the
art of sweet sounds On Thursda 8
nights, Exeter Hall, London, used "
resound with the music of first-class
performers, who gave their services
gratuitously to the Masses who came in
with free tickets and huzzaed at the
Entertainment At Berlin, at eleven
o'clock daily, the military band, with
sixty or one hundred instruments, dis
course at the opera-house for the peo-
pie. on Easter Sunday, in Dresden,
the boom of cannon and the ringing OF
bells, bring multitudes to the churches
to listen TO the organ peals, and the ex-
citing sounds Of trumpet and drum.
When the great fair day OF
Leipsic comes, the bands of music,
from far and near, gather in the street,
and bewilder the ear with incessant
playing of flute, and horn, violin and
bassoon. At Dusseldorf, once a year,
the lovers of music assemble, and for
three or four days wait upon the great
singing festivals, and shout at the close
Of choruses, and greet the successful
competitors as the prizes are distributed
cups and vases of silver and gold.
All our American cities at times re-
sound with orchestra and oratorio.
Ill eli
fully upon instruments are greeted with
vociferation, and garlanded by excited
admirers.
There are many whose most ecstatic
delight IS to DO found in melodies; and
all the splendor of celestial gates, and
all the lusciousness 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 harmonies
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 the pleasure
of standing awhile on the outside to
hear. John listened to it great while
ago, and they sang new song"
Let none aspire to that blessed place
who have no love for this exercise, for
although it is many ages since the
thrones were set, and the harps where
strung, there has been no cessation in
the song, excepting once for about thir-
ty minutes; and, Judging from the glori-
Gus thing now transpiring in Gods
world, and the ever-accumulating
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
foated away upon some great choral, in
which all our people seemed to mingle
voices, and have, in the glow of my
emotions, said: Surely this is music
good enough for Heaven. Indeed, do
not believe that 'Luther's Hymn" or
Coronation" or ''Old Hundred" or
"Mounnt "Pisgah" would sound i'll 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 oldtime harmOnies. But this,
we are told, is a new song.
Some OF our greatest an
thems and chorals are compost
tons from other times-the sweet test
parts of them gathered up into tho
harmony; and have sometimes thought
that this new song" may be partly
made up of sweet strains of earthly
music mingled in eternal choral. But
it will, after all, be new song. This
] do know-that in sweetness and
power it will be something that ear
never heard. All the skill of the Oldest
harpers of Heaven will be flung into it.
All the love Of Gods heart will ring
from it. In its cadences the floods will
clap their hands, and it will drop with
tho sunlight of everlasting day, and
breathe with odors from the blossoms
of the tree of life. "a new song"-just
made for Heaven.
Many earthly songs are written by
composers just for the purpose of max
ing a tune; and the land is flooded with
notebooks in which really valuable
tunes are the exception. But once in
awhile a man is wrought up by some
great spectacle, or moved by some ter
rible agony, or transported by some OK
quisite gladness, and he sits down tC
write a tune or hymn, in which every
note or every word is spark dropped
from the forge of his own burning emo
tions. So Mendelssohn wrote, and SC
Beethoven, and SO Charles Wesley.
Cowper, depressed with misfortunes
until almost insane, resolved on suicide,
and asked the cab-driver to take him to
a certain place whore he expected to
destroy his own life. The cab-driveI
lost his way, and Cowper began to
think of his sin, and went back to his
home and sat down and wrote:
God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He pIapts His footsteps in the sea.
And rides upon the storm.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take.
The clouds you so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Mozart composed his own requiem,
and said to his daughter Emily: play
that" and while Emily was playing the
requiem Mozart's soul went up on the
wave of his own music into glory
Emily looked around, and her father
was dead.
This new song of Heaven was not