Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-09-08

know how much of it is literal, and how much
! of il is fiCurative. Who can say but that from
some of the precious woods of earth and heaven
accord? In that worship David may take the
| harp and Habakkuk the shigionoth; and when
| the great multtudes shall. following their own
| inclinations take mp instruments sweeter than
Mozart ever fingered. or Schumann ever
dreamed of, or Beethoven ever wrote for, let all
| heaven make ready for theburst of stupendous
minstrelsy, and the roll of the eternal orches-
| ira.
Further; 1t will be an anticipative song.
/ Why. my friends, heaven has hardly begun
| yet Ii you had taken the opening piece OF
| music to-day for the whole service, you would
not have made SO great mistake as to suppose
that heaven is fully maugurated. Festal
choruses on earth last only a short time. The
famous musical couvocation at Dusseldorf
ended with the fourth day. Our HOLIDAYS last
only eight or ten days; but heaven. although
singing lor SO many years, has only just pesun
the new song" If the glorified Inhabitants
kindle at glories to come. III, at 9oclock,
when the church opened. you had taken the
lew people who we're scattered through 1t as
so great mistake as if you supposed that the
present population of heaven are to be its
chief citizenship. Although millions are al
ready there, the inhabitants are only handful
compared with the future populations.
PEOPLE YET UNsAvED.
All China is yet to be saved. All India is yet
to be saved. All Borneo is vet to be saved. All
Switzerland is yet to be saved. All Italy is vet
to be saved All Spain is yet to be saved. All
Russia is yet to be saved. All France is yet to
be saved. All England Is yet to be saved. All
America is yet to be saved. All the world is
yet to be saved. After that there may be other
worlds to conquer. l do not know but that
every star that glitters in our nights is an in
habited world, and that from all those spheres
a mighty host are to march into our heaven.
There will be no gate to keep them out We
do not want to keep them out. We will not
want to keep them out Go1 will not want to
keep them out.
have sometimes thought that all the mill
ions of earth that go into glory are but very
small colony compared with the influx from
the whole universe God could build heaven
large enough not only for the universe, but for
l0OO0 universes. / do not know Just how it
will be, hut this know. that heaven is to be
constantly augmented. and that the song of
glory is rising higher and higher, and the pro-
cession is being multiplied. II heaven sang
when Abel went up-the first soul that ever
eft ear tn for gIory-how must it sing now
when souls go up in fiocks from all christen-
dom. hour by hour and moment by moment.
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
reunions take place. We have a time of great
enjoyment But soon it is ''goodby in the hall; ("
goodby" at the rail train, "goodby'' at the
steamboat wharf. We meet in church. 1t 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 separa-
tions, no goodbys in heaven.
NEW SONGS AND NEW JOYS.
If the first day we enter heaven we sing well,
the next day we sing better. Song anticipative
of more light, more love- of more triumphs.
AlxVavS to hear
to see. Many good people suppose that we
shall see heaven the first day we get there. MOI
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 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 new! The streets
new! The Temple new! The joy newt The
song new!
L stayed a week at Niagara Falls, hoping
thoroughly to understand and appreciate it.
But on the last day they seemed newer and
more incomprehensible than on the first day.
Gazing on the infinite rush of celestial splen-
dors, where the oceans of delight meet and
pour themselves into the great heart of God
how soon will we exhaust the songt Neverl
Never.
The old preachers, in describing the SORROWS
of the lost, used to lift up their hands and
shout. The wrath to comer' The wrath to
conner To-day lift up my hands, and looking
toward the great future, cry. The Joy to
come!' "The bliss to comer 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 it, Oh, TO stand a
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 be a unanimous
song. There will, no doubt. be some to lead
but all will be expected to join. 1t will be
grand congregational singing. All the sweet
voices of the redeemed! Grand music it will
be, when the new song arises. Luther sings it.
Charles Wesley sings II. 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 as loudly as any
of them.
THE SWEETEST MELODIES.
Those nations that have always been distin-
guished for their capacity in song will lift up
their voices in that melody. Those who have
had much opportunity to hear the Germans
sing will know what idea mean to give, when
| 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 conti-
nent like that of the colored churches in the
South. Everybody going to Richmond or to
Charleston wants te hear the Africans sing
But when not only Ethiopia but all that CONT
nent of darkness, lifts up its hands and all
new song-that will be music for you. Added
to this all the sixteen thousand millions of
children that are estimated to have gone into
glory, and the host of young and old that here
after shall people the earth and inhabit the
stars
Oh! the new song! Gather it all up, Multi
ply it with every sweetness! Pour into it every
harmony! Crown it with every gladness! Belt
it with every splendor! God grant that at
last we ma, all sing it. But if we DO not sing
the praise of Christ upon earth we will never
sing 1t in heaven. Be sure that your hearts are
now attuned for the heavenly worship. There
is n cathedral in Europe with organ at each
end. Organ answers organ, and the music
waves backward and forward with indescriba-
bic 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 Organ to organi
Ha!lelujah to halelujah! Until the day break
and the shadows flee away, turn my beloved,
and be thou like roe or young hart upon the
mountains of Betherr