Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1890-09-20

souls go up in focks from all over
Christendom, hour byehour 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 time of great enjoy
ment. But soon it is goodbye" in the
hall, goodbye" at the door, goodbye"
on the street, goodbye" at the rail
train, ''good-bye' at the steamboat
wharf. We meet in church. It 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 separations, no goOd-byes in
Heaven. At the door of the house Of
many mansions no good-byes. At the
pearly gate no goodbye The song will
be more pleasant because we are always
to sing it. Mightier song as our other
friends come in. Mightier song as other
garlands are set on the brow of Jesus.
Mightier song as Christ's glories unfold.
II the first day we enter Heaven we
sing well, the next day we sing better.
Song anticipative of more light, of more
love, of more triumphs. Always some
Many good people suppose that we shall
see Heaven the first day we get there.
No! You cannot see London in two
weeks. You cannot see Rome in six
weeks. You cannot see Venice in a
month. You cannot see the great city
of New Jerusalem in a.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 HER
archs. Ages on ages roll, and yet
Heaven is new! The streets new! The
temple new! The joy new! The song
new!
I staid a week at Niagara Falls,
hoping thoroughly to understand it 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 splendors, where
the oceans of delight meet and pour
themselves into the great heart of God
how soon will we exhaust the song?
Never! Never!
The old preachers, in describing the
sorrows of the lost, used to lift up their
hands and shout: ''The wrath to come!
The wrath to come'' To-day / lift up
my hands, and looking toward the great
future cry: 1.-THE JOY to come! The bliss
to comet" Oh, to wander on the banks
of the bright river, and yet to feel that a
little 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, remark, that it will be a
unanimous song. There will no doubt
be some to lead, but all will be expected
to join. It will be grand congregational
singing. All the sweet voices of the .e-
deemed! 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 ait last and our capacities
enlarged, you and 1 will not be ashamed
to utter our voices as loudly 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 the Germans sing will know what
idea l mean to give when I 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
continent like that of the colored
churches in the South. Everybody 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 it's 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 up!
Multiply it with every sweetness! Pour
into it every harmony! Crown it with
every gladness! Belt it with every
splendor! Fire it with every glory!
Toss it to the greatest height of majesty!
Roll it to the grandest cycle OF eternity!
and then you have but the faintest
conception of what John experienced
when, amidst the magnifcence 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 cathedral in Europe with an
organ at each end Organ answers or
gan, and the music waves backward and
forward with indescribable effect. Well,
my friends, the time will come when
earth and Heaven will be but different
parts of one great accord. 1t will be JOY
here and JOY there! Jesus here and