Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1890-09-08
Dr.. Talmage's Eloquent Sermon Yesterday The
Song oithc Christians Trump ph-A Song
Cor a Purpose With a Spirit and
Mighty Power.

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people. On Easter Sunday, in Dresden,
the boom OF cannon and the ringing
of bells, bring multitudeS to the
churches To listen TO the organ pcalS,
and the exciting sounds of trumpet and
drum. When the great fair-day of
/ LcipSic comes, the bands of music from
| from far and near, gather i'm the street,
| and bewildcr the car with inceSsant
/ playing of flute. and horn, violin and
baSSoOn. 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 choruScS. and greet the success
| ful competitors Is the prizes are dis
tributcd-cupS and vases of silver and
gold. All our American cities at times
resound with orchestra and oratorio.
/ Those who can sing well or play skill
/ fully upon Instruments are greeted
with vocifcration, and g3rlanded by eN-
/ cited admirers.
There are many whose most ecstatic
/ delight is 10 be- found in melodies; and
/ all the splcndor of celestial gates, and
Iall the luSciOuSue>S 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 We're
mo- great and transporting harmonicS.
/ Passing along our streets i'm the hour of
| worship. You hear the voice OF sacred
melody, although You do not enter the
| building. And passing along the street
1 of heaven we hear, from the temple of
/ God and the Lamb. the breaking forth
/ of magnificent jubilatc. We may not
\ set enter In among the favored thrOng.
/ but God will not deny us the pleasure
Iof standing awhile on the outside.
John listened TO it great while ago,and
| "they sang new song.
Let none aspire TO that blessed place
who have mo- love for this exercise, for
|although it is many ages since the
thrones were set, and the harpS were
strung. there has been no cessation i'm
| the song, excepting once for about
thirty minutes; and judging from the
/ glorious things now tranSpirins in Gods
world. and the eVer-accumulating
triumphs of the Messiah, that was the
last hali-hour that heaven Will ever be
silent.
HEAVENS NEW SoNG.
Mark the fact that this was now
song Sometimes / have i'm church been
0oatcd away upon some great choral, in
which AN our people seemed TO miugle
Itheir voices, and 1 have. i'm the glow of
lmy emotions. said. Surely this is music
good enough for heaven. Indeed l do
mot believe that "Luthcr'S Hymn" or
Coronation" or "Old Hundred or
"Nount PiSgah" would sound i'll
liz spoken by Saintcd lips, or
Ithrummed from seraphic harps. There
larc many of our fathers and mothers i'm
glory who would be slow To- shut heav-
lens gate against these Old-time har-
monies But this, we are told, is a new
song. Some of our greatest anthems
land choralS are compositions from other
ltmcS-thc sweetest parts of them gath
erred up into harmony; and have some
times thought that this "ncw song
may De partly made up of sweet strains
Iof earthly music mingled in eternal
choral. But 10 will, after all, be new
sOug. This do know, that in sweet
lneSs'aud 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 d.. I'm It's cadenccS the Hoods
will clap their hands, and it will drop
with the sunlight of everlasting day,
and breathe with odorS from the bios
SONS 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
ling a tune; and the land is flooded with
note books I'm which really valuable
tunes are the exception. But once in a
while man is wrought up by some
great spectacle. or moved by some ter
lriblc agony. or transported by some eN-
lquiSite gladncSS, and he sits down to
write % tune or hymn. i'm which every
note or every word is a spark dropped
from the forge of his own burning emo
tions. So McndelSsohn wrote, and SO
Beethoven. and so Charles Wesley
Cowpor, depressed with miSfortuneS
luntil almost insane, resolved on suicide
land asked the cab-driver to take him to
n certain place where he expected TO de-
strov his own life. The cab driver lost
his way. and Cowpcr began to think OF
hi, sin. and went back to his home and
sat down and wrote
"God move, in "a mysterious way,
His wonder, 90 perform;
He plants his footsteps i'm the sea.
And rides upon the storm.
eve fearful saints, fresh courage take
The clouds YOU 50 much dread
are biz with mercy. and shall break
In blessings ON Your head.
Mozart composed his own requiem,
and said To his daughter Emily, play
that's" 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 composed because heaven had
nothing else to do, but Christ, in mem
orv of cross and crown, of manger and
throne. of earth and heaven, ana
wrought upon by raptureS of the great
eternity. poured this from His heart
made il for the armies of heaven to
shout i'm celebration of victory, lor
worshiperS TO chant in their temple
services. for the innumerable home
circles of heaven to sing in the house
of many mansions. If q new tune be
started i'm church, there is only here
and there a person that can sing 1t. III
i some time before the congregation
learn new tune But not SO with the
new song of heaven. The children who
went UP to-day from the waters of the
Ganges are now singing it. That
Christian man or woman, who, few
minutes ago, departed from this very
street. has joined it, All know it
those by the gates, those on the
river bank. those in the temple Not
fccling their way through it, or halting'
or going back, as if they never before
% had % sung it. but with full round voice
they throw their soul into this new new
song. If some Sabbath day few notes
of that anthem should travel down the
mir. we could not sing it. No organ
could roll its thunder. No harp could
catch its trill. No lip could announce