Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1893-1895, 1894-02-07

mOny | fell back. said: Let us 90.
This is too much for mortal ears. lean
not bear the overwhelming symphony. "
But noticed as l was about to turn
away that on the steps of the altar was
something like the lachyrmal, or tear
bottle, as | had seen it in the earthly
museums, the lachrymals, or tear bottles,
into which the orientals used to weep
their griefs and set them away as sacred.
But this lachyrmal, or tear bottle, in
stead of earthenware, as those the ori-
entails used, was lustrous and fiery with
many splendors, and it was towering
and OF great capacity. And ! said to my
attending angel, What is that great
lachrymal, or tear bottle, standing on
the step of the altari" and the angel
said: why, don't you know? That is
the bottle to which David, the psalmist,
referred in this fifty-sixth psalm when
he said, Put thou my tears into thy
bottle. 1t is full of tears from earth
tears of repentance, tears of bereave-
ment, tears of JOY, tears of many CEN
turies. And then l saw how sacred to
the sympathetic God are earthly sor-
rows.
AS was coming out of the temple l
saw all along the pictured walls there
were shelves, and golden vials were
being set up ON all those shelves. And
| said: "Why the setting up of those
vials at this time? They seem just now
to have been filed" and the attending
angel said, THE week of prayer all
around the earth has just closed, and
more supplications have been made than
have been. made for long while, and
these new vials, newly set up, are
what the Bible speaks of as golden
vials full of odors, which are the
prayers of saints" And said to the
accompanying angel, Can it be possi-
BILE that the prayers of earth are worthy
of being kept in such heavenly shape?"
why" said the angel, there is moth
ing that so moves heaven as the prayers
of earth, and they are set up in sight of
these infinite multitudes, and, more
than all, in the sight of Christ, and he
cannot forget them, and they are before
him world without end"
THE GREAT CHRISTIAN SEEN.
Then we came out, and as the temple
is always open and some worship at one
hour and others at other hours we
passed down the street amid the throngs
coming to and going from the great tenn
pie. And we passed along through a
street called Martyr place, and we met
thara ~ CT OF fhA NKriTnHnyv9
the souls of those who on earth went
through fire and blood and under sword
and rack. We saw John Wyclif, whose
ashes were by decree of the coun-
Gil of Constance thrown into the river,
and Rogers, who bathed his hands in
the fire as though it had been water,
and Bishop Hooper and McKail and
Latimer and Ridley and Polycarp,
whom the flames refused to destroy as
they bent outward till a spear did the
work, and some of the Albigenses and
Huguenots and consecrated Quakers
who were slain for their religion. They
had on them many scars, but their scars
were illumined, and they had on their
faces a look of especial triumph.
Then we passed along Song row, and
we met some of the old gospel singers.
THAT is Isaac Watts, said my attend
ant. AS we came up to him, he asked
me if the churches on earth were still
singing the hymns he composed at the
house of Lord and Lady Abney, to
whom he paid visit of 36 years, and |
told him that many of the churches
opened their Sabbath morning services
with his old hymn, Welcome, Sweet
Day of Rest, and celebrated their gos-
pei triumphs with his hymn, "Salva-
tion, Oh, the Joyful Songp and often
reused their devotions by his hymn,
Come. We That Love the Lord.
While we were talking he introduced
me to another of the song writers and
said This is Charles Wesley, who be-
longed on earth to a different church
from mine, but we are all now mem
bers of the same church, the temple OF
God and the Lamb" And / told
Charles Wesley that almost every Sab
bath we sang one OF his old hymns, Arm
of the Lord, Awake!" or, Come, Let
Us Join Our Friends Above!' or, Love
Divine, All Love Excelling." And
while we were talking on that street
called Song row Kirk White, the con-
sumptive college student, now everlast-
ingly we'll, came up, and we talked over
his old Christmas hymn, when Mar
shaled ON the Nightly Plain. And
William Cowper came up, now entirely
recovered from his religious melancholy
and not looking as if he had ever in de-
mentia attempted suicide, and we talked
over the wide earthly celebrity and
heavenly power of his old hymns,
''When | Can Read My Title Clear,
and "There Is Fountain Filled With
Blood.
And there we met George w. Be
thune Of wondrous Brooklyn pastorate,
and | told him of how his comforting
HYMN had been sung at ohsequies all
around the world-"It Is Not Death to
Die" And Toplady came up and asked
about whether the church was still max
ing use of his old hymn, Rock OF Ages
Cleft For Me. And we met also on Song
row Newton and Hastings and Mont
somery and Horatio Bonar, and we
heard floating from window to window
-. F tbo o11 HYMNS which tley