The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1895-09-07


Heaven Is. II Is tho grave here--it IL
darkness here-but there is merry
making yonder. Methinks when q
soul arrives, some angel takes II
around to show 1t the wonders of that
blessed place. The usher-angel says
to the newly arrived. 'These are the
martyrs that persisted at Piedmont;
these were torn to pieces at the Inqui-
sition; this is the throne of the great
jehovah; this Is Jesus!' II am going
to see Jesus" said dying negro boy.
81 am going to see jesus" and the mis-
siopary said: "You are sure you will
see Him?" "Ohi yes; that's what I
want to go to Heaven for" But"
said the missionary, suppose that Je-
sus should go away from Heaven
what them" ~ should follow Him."
said the dying negro boy. But IL Je-
sus went down to hell-what then?"
The dying boy thought for mo-
ment, and then he said: 'Massa,
where Jesus is there can be no hell"
Oh, to stand in His presence. That
will be Heaven! Oh, to put our hand
in that hand which was wounded for
us on the cross-to go around amid all
the groups of the redeemed, and shake
hands with the prophets, and apostles,
and martyrs, and with our own dear,
beloved ones! That will be the great
reunion; we can not imagine it now,
our loved ones seem so far away. When
we are in trouble and lonesome, they
don't seem to come to us. We go on
the banks of the Jordan and call
20 h.,f
seem to hear. We say: us it we'll
with the child? it is well with the
loved ones?" and we listen to hear If
any voice comes back over the waters.
None! nonel Unbelief says: "They
are dead and extinct forever" but,
blessed be God. we have Bible that
tells us different. We open it and find
that they are neither dead nor extinct
that they never were so much alive
as now-that they ARE only watt
ing for our coming, and that we shall
join them on the other side OF tho
river. Oh. glorious reunion; we can
not grasp it now Eye hath not seen,
nor ear heard. neither have entered
into the heart of man the things which
God hath prepared for them that love
Him." :.
remark again. we can in this world
get no idea of the song of Heaven.
You know there is nothing more in
spring than music. In the battle of
Waterloo, the Highlanders were Civ
ing away, and Wellington found out
that the bands of music had ceased
playing. He sent quick dispatch,
telling them to play, with utmost
spirit, a battle march. The music
started, the Highlanders were rallied,
and they dashed on till the day was
won. We appreciate the power of secu-
lar music; but do we appreciate the
power of sacred song? There is nothing
more inspiring to me than q whole con-
gregation lifted up on the ways of
holy melody. When we sing some of
those dear old psalms and tunes they
rouse all the memories of the past
Why. some of them were cradle-songs
in our fathers house. They are all
sparkling with the morning dew
of n thousand Christian Sabbaths.
They were sung by brothers and
sisters gone now-by voices that
were aged and broken in the
music-voices none the less sweet be-
cause they did tremble and break.
When hear these old songs sung. il
seems as IL all the old country meet
ing homes joined in the chorus, and
Scotch kirk and Sailors Bethel and
Western cabins, until the whole conti-
nent lifts the doxology and the scepters
Of eternity beat time to the music.
Away then with your starveling tunes
that chill the devotions of the sanctu-
airy, and make the people sit silent
when Jesus is coming to Hosanna-
But, my friends, IL music on earth is
SO sweet, what will 1t be in Heaveni
They all know the tune there. Me-
thinks the tune Of Heaven will be
made up partly from the songs OF
earth: the best parts of all our hymns
and tunes going to add to the song o;
Moses and the Lamb. All the best
singers Of all the ages will join it
choirs of white-robed children! choirs
Of patriarchs! choirs of apostles!
Morning stars clapping their cymbals.
Harpers with their harps. Great
anthems of God, roll on! roll on!-
other empires joining the harmony
till the thrones are full of it. and the
nations all saved. Anthem shall touch
anthem, chorus join chorus, and all
the sweet sounds of earth and Heaven
be poured into the ear Of Christ
David OF the harp will be there.
Gabriel of the trumpet will be there.
Germany. redeemed, will pour forth
it's deep bass voice into the song. and
Africa will add to the music with her
matchless voices.
wish we could anticipate that song.
wish in the closing hymns of the
churches to-day we might catch an
echo that slips from the gates. Who
knows but that when the Heavenly
doors opens to-day to let some soul
through there may come forth the
strains Of the jubilant voices until we
catch it? Oh, that as the song drops
down from Heaven it might meet half
way a song coming up from earthl