The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1890-09-17

In Memory or the Cross, the -Nahhei'
the Thorns, the Crown and Eternal
Glory.
BROOKLYN, Sept. DIR. Talmage's
sermon for to-day is glowing descrip-
ton of the melodies Of the Celestial land.
His text was Rev. V, @: And they sang
a new song" Following is the SER
mon:
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 Thursday nights,
Exeter hall. of London, used to resound
with the music of first-class performers,
who gave their services gratuitously to
the masses, who came in with free tick
cts and huzzaed at the entertainment.
At Berlin, at eleven O'Clock daily, the
military band, with sixty or one hundred
instruments, discourses at the royal opera
house fer the people. On Easter Sun
day, in Dresden, the boom Of cannon
and the ring of bells, bring multitudes
to the churches to listen to The organ
peals, and the exciting sounds oftrum-
bet 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 play
inc of the flute, and horn, violin and bas-
soon. At Dusseldorf, once year, the
lovers of music assemble, and for three
or four days wait upon the great singing
festivals, and shout at the close OF the
chorouses, and greet the successful COM
petitors as the prizes are distributed
cups and vases of silver and gold. All
our American cities at times resound
with orchestra and oratorlo. Those
who can sing well or play skilfully upon
instruments are greeted with yocliera-
ton, and garlanded. by excited ad-
mirers.
There are many whose most ecstatlc
delight is to be found in melodies: and
all the splendor Of celestial gates, and al!
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 harmonles..
Passing along our streets IN the hour ef
worship, you hear the sacred melody, al
though 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 magnltl-
cient iubilate. We may not yet enter
in among the favored throng, but God
viii not deny US the pleasure Of stand
ing awhile on the outside to hear. John
listened to it a great while ago. and
s'they sanga new song"
Let none aspire to that blessed place
who have no love for this exercise, tor
although it is many ages since the
thrones were set, and the harps were
strung, there has been no cessation IN
the song, excepting once for about thirty
minutes; and judging from the glorious
things now transpiring IN GODS world.
and the ever-accumulating trinmphs OF
the Messiah, that was the last ha!f-hour
that heaven will ever be silent.
Mark the fact that this was a new
song. Sometimes have in church been
doated away upon some great choral, IN
which all our people seemed to mIngle
their voices, and have, in the glow OF
nv emotions, said, Surely this music
is GOOD enough for heaven. Irdeedl do
not believe that ''Luther's Hymns. ".or
.:Coronation,n or Old Hundred" or
.sMount 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 old-time harmonies. But
this. we are told, IS a 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 I have sometimes
thought that this ''new song" may be
partly made up of the sweet strains OF
earthly music mingled in eternal choral.
But 1t will, after all, be a new song.
This I do know, that il sweetness and
power il will be something that ear
never heard. All the skill Of the Oldest
harpers of heaven will be flung into 1t.
All the love ofGod's heart viii ring from
1t. In its cadences the floods will clap
their hands, and il Will drop with the
sunlight ofeverlasting day, and breathe
with ordors from the blossoms Of the
tree of life. "a new song"-just made
or heaven.
Many earthly songs are written by
composers just for the purpose OF max
inc tune; and the land is flooded with
notebooks in which really valuable tunes
are the exception. But once IN while
a man is wrought up by some great
spectacle, or moved by some terrible
agony, or transported by some exquisite
giadness, and he sits down to write a
tune or hymn, in which every note or
every word is spark dropped from the
forge of his own burning emotions. So
Mendelssohn wrote, and so Beethoven,
and 80 Charles Wesley. Cowper, de-
pressed with mlsfortunes until almost In
sane, resolved on suicide, and asked the
cab-driyer to take him to certain place
where he expected to destroy his own
lite. The cab-6river lost his way, and
Cowper began to think Of his sin: and
went back to his home and sat doWD
and wrote
"God moves in mysterious way,
His wonders to perform:
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
'sYe fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds you somuch 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
reouie1zrss,, ,.,aaozart's soul went up en- the
wave of his own music Into glory. Emf
ly looked around, and her father was
dead.
This new song ofheaven was not COM
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