Fort Worth weekly gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-09-11
Glowing Description Of the MelO-
dies of the CELESTIAL Land.
Rev. DR.. TalmageNs Discourse From the
Brooklyn Tabernacle Pulpit After
a Tour OF Texas.
A Sermon Descriptive Of the Power OF song' IN
this Life and in the One PrOmised-An
Eloquent Appeal

scriDtion of the melodies OF the
Celestial land. His text was (Rev.v., 81,
land they sang a new song" Follow
ing is the sermon:
Nearly all the cities of Europe and
America have conservatories OF music
o,d associations, whose object it is by
voice and instrument to advance the art
~ sweet sounds. On Thursday nights
E,veter hall Of London used to resound
win the music of first-class performers,
VIM rave their services gratuitouslY to
the masses who came in with free tickets
and buzzaed at the entertainment. At
Rerlin at eleven O'Clock daily the mill
terv hand with sixty or one hundred in
strumeuts, discourses at the Royal Opera
house for the people. On Easter Sunday
in Dresden the boom OF can
non and the ringing OF bells
hiring multitudes to the church to lis
fen 10 the organ peals, and the exciting
sounds OF trumpet and drum. When the
prpat 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 and horn,
violin and bassoOn. At Dusseldorf, once
Il year, the lovers of music assemble,
and for three OF four days wait upon the
great singing festivals, and shout at the
close OF choruses and greet the success
full competitors as the prizes are distrib-
uted-cups and vases of silver and gold.
All our American cities mt times resound
with orchestra and oratorIo. Those who
can sing well or play skilfully upon in
struments are greeted with vOciferation
and garlanded by excited admirers.
There are many whose most ecstatic
delight is to be found in melodies; and
all the spleudor of celestial gates, and all
the lusciousuess of twelve manner of
fruits, and all the rush of floods from
under the throne of God, would not make
a heaven for them if there were no great
and transporting hnrmonies. Passing
along our streets in the hour of worship,
you hear
THE VOICE OF SACRED MELODY,
although you do not enter the building.
And passing along the streets 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 to hear. John
listened TO it q great while ago, and
tleN sang q lew SOlE.
Let none aspire to that blessed place
who have no love for this exercise, for
although it is many ages since the thrones
were set, and the hGrps were strung,
there has been no cessation in the song,
excepting once for about thirty minutes;
md, Judging from the glorious things
now transpiring in God 5 world, and the
ever-uccumulating triumphs of the
iah hot 81 "a IN
heaven will ever be silent.
Mark the fact that this was new song.
Sometimes l have in church been flcated
away upon some great choral, in which
all our people seemed to mingle their
voices, and I have, in the glow of my
emotions, said, surely this is music good
enough for heaven. Indeed l do not be-
lieve that "Luther's Hymn, - or Cor
onation, - or ''Old Hundred, " or
mount Pisgah, =" would sound i'll if
spoken by saiuted lips, OF thrummed from
serapho harps. There are many of our
fathers and mothers in glory who would
be slow 10 shut heaven 5 gate against
these old-time harmOnies. But this, we
are told. is q new song. Some of our
greatest anthems and chorals are compo-
sitions from other tunes-the sweetest
parts OF them gathered up into harmony;
and have sometimes thought that this
"new song' may be partly made up of
sweet strains of earthly music
MINGLED IN ETERNAL CHORAL.
But it will, after all, be new song.
This | do know, that In sweetness and |
power il 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 God IS heart will ring from it. In
its cadences the floods will clap their |
hands, and it will droD with the sunlight |
of everlasting day, and breathe with |
odors from the blossoms of the tree of |
life. "a new song just made for |
heaven.
Many earthly songs are written by |
com pOsers just for the purpose of making |
p tune; and the land is flooded with note |
books in which really valuable tunes are |
the exception. But once in while a |
man is wrought up by some great spec
tace, or moved by some terrible agony, |
or transported by some exquisite glad
ness, and he sits down TO write tune or
a hymn, in which every note or every
word is spark dropped from the forge
of his own burning emotions. So Mem
delssohn wrote, and so Beethoven, and
so Charles Wesley. Cowper, depressed
Win lllSlul AuuCo uulll hiluOsl insane, !
resolved on suicide, and asked the cab
driver TO take him to certain place
where he ex pected 20 destroy his own
life. The cab driver lost his way, and
COwper began 10 think of his sin, and
went back TO his home and sat down and
wrote
God moves in a mysterious way,
HIS wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm,
aye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds you much dread
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Mozart composed his own requiem, and
ald TO his daughter Emily, "Play
hat;' and while Emily was playing the
Mozart's soul went up on the
wave of his own music into glory. Emily
ooked around, and her father was dead.
This new song of heaven WAS not COM
POSED because heaven had nothing else to
10, but Christ, in memory of cross and
rown, of mRnger and throne, of earth
md heayen, and wrought upon by the
aptures of the great eternity, poured
his from His heart, made il for the
armies of heaven to shout in celebration
# victory, for worshipers TO chart in
heir temple services, for the innumera-
lie home circles of heaven TO sing in the
louse of many mansions. II a new tune
,e started in church there is only hare