The intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1887-1891, 1890-09-13
MUSIC in HEAVEN.
DR.. Talmage Discourses on the
Celestial Melodies.
Mighty Music of tho Earth Greatly Sur
passed-The songs of the Redeemed
Everlasting Joys Hereafter-Ths
Song OF Glory. &

In o recent sermon at Brooklyn Rev.
T. De Witt Talmage gave a glowing de-
scription OF tho melodies OF the celestial
land. His text was from Revelations "
o: And they sang o new song" Fol-
lowing is the m
Nearly all the cities OF Europe and
America have c~onservatortes 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 mnsic OF hrst-class performers,
who gave their services gratuitously to
the masses, who came in with free
tickets and huzzaed atssthe entertain
ment- At Berlin at eleven o'clock daily,
the military band, with sixty or one
hundred instruments. discourses at the
Royal Opera House for the 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 peals, and the
exciting 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,
n horn, violin and bassoon. At Dus-
seldorf, 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 the choruses
and greet the successful competitors as
the prizes are observation-disclosures and
vases OF silver and gold. All our Amer.
lean cities at times resound with orches-
ira and oratorio. Those who can sing
we'll or play skillfully upon instruments
are greeted with vocifeRtion and gar
landed by excited admirers.
There are many whose most costa tic
delight is to be 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
q heaven for them II there were no great
and transporting harmonies.
Passing along u streets in the hour
Of worship you hear the voice Of sacred
melody. although you do lot 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 u
hear. John listened to 1t n great while
ago and "they sang q new song"
lie none aspire to that blessed place
who have no love for this exercise, fol
although 1t Is many ages since the
thrones were set, and the harps were
strung, there has been no cessation II
the song, excepting once for about
thirty minutes; and, Judging from the
glorious things now ~transpiring In God,
world, and the eve accommodating tri
umphs OF the Messiah, that was the las
half hour that Heaven Will ever be ST
lent
Mark the fact that this was a new
song. Sometimes / have in churcl
been ioated away upon some grea
chloral, in which all our people seemed
to mingle their voices, and 1 have, IL
the glow of my emotions, said: Surel,
this is music good enough for Heaven
Indeed. ] do not believe that "Luther't
Hymn" or Coronation or 'Old Hun
dred - or 'Mount Plsgah," would SOUND
ilhif spoken by sanity lips, or thrummeC
? from seraphic hafps. There are man,
OF our fathers and mothers in glory
who would be slow to shut Heaven
gate against these old time harmonies
But this, we are told, is o new song
Some of the greatest anthems ant
sohorals are compositions from othel
tunos--the sweetest parts Of then
gathered up into the harmony; and
have sometimes thought that this '.nev
song may be partly made up OF swee'
strains Of earthly music mingled II
eternal choral. But it will, after all
be q new song. This / do know, tina,
in sweetness and power it will be some
lthfng that ear never heard. All tn,
skill Of the oldest harpers Of HEAVIER
will be flung into 1t. All the love O
Gods heart will ring from It In 1t
cadences the floods will clap their hand
and It will drop with the sunlight O
everlasting day and breathe with odor