The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1895-08-28

wonders of that blessed place. The
usher angel says to the newly-arrived:
"These are the martyrs that perished
at Piedmont; these were torn to pieces
at the Inquisition: this is the throne of
the great Jehovah: this is jesus 81
am going to see Jesus" said dying
negro boy, Il am going to see Jesus"
and the missionary said, You are sure
you will see Him?" "Oh! yes; that's
what l want to go to Heaven for"
But" said the missionary, suppose
that Jesus should go away from Heaven
what then?' 81 should follow Him"
said the dying negro boy. But Jesus
went down to hell--what then?' The
dying boy thought for moment and
ther 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 into that hand which
was wounded for us on the cross-to
go around amid all the groups of the
redeemed, and shake hands with proph-
cts, and apostles, and martyrs, and with
our own dear, beloved ones. That will
be the grand reunion; we cannot i'm
agine 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 across to them, but they don't
seem to hear We say, as it we'll with
the child? is it well with the loved
ones?" and we listen to hear if any
voice comes back over the waters.
None! none! Unbelief says, They are
dead and extinct forever" but, blessed
be God, we have Il Bible that tells lis
different. We open it and find that
they are neither dead nor cXtinct.-that
they never were SO much alive as now
that they are only waiting for our
coming, and that we SHALL join them
on the other side of the river o,
glorious reunion; we cannot 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 giving
way, and Wellington found out that
the bands of music had ceased playing.
He sent quick dispatch telling them
to play, with utmost spirit, battle
march. The music started, the High
landers were rallied, and they dashed
OF till the day was won. We appre.
ciate the power of secular music; but
do we appreciate the power of sacred
song? There is nothing more irspir.
ing to me than whole congregation
lifted up on the wave 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 u thousand Christian
Sabbaths They were sung by broth.
ers and sisters gone now--by voices
that were aged and broken in the
music--voiccs none the less sweet be-
cause they did tremble and break.
When l hear these old songs sung it
seems as if all the old country meet
ing homes joined in the chorus, and
Scotch kirk and Sailors Bethel and
Western cabins, until the whole CONT
nent lifts the doXology and the scep-
tiers of eternity beat time to the music.
Away, then, with your starvcling
tunes that chill the devotions Of the
sanctuary, and make the people sit
silent when Jesus is coming to hosaana!
But, my friends, if music on earth is
so sweet, what will it be in Heaven
Tney all knoH the tune there. Ne.
, 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 of Moses and
the Lamb. All the best singers Of GI
the ages will join in-choirs of white
robed children. choirs of patriarchs
choirs of apostles! Morning stars clap,
ping their cymbals. IIarpers with then
harps. Great anthems of God, roll on
roll on!-other empires joining the har
mony till the thrones are full of it, anG
the nations all saved. Anthem shall
touch anthem, chorus join chorus, and
all the sweet sounds of earth ant
Heaven be poured into the eur o.
Christ. David of the harp will be
there. Gabriel of the trumpet will be
there. Germany, redeemed, will poul
it's deep bass voice into the song, anC
Africa will add to the music with hel
matchless voices.
wish we could anticipate that song
l wish in the closing hymns of thC
churches to-day we might catch az
echo that slips from the gates. WhC
knows but that when the Heavenly
door opens to-day to let some sou
through, there may come forth thu
strain of the jubilant voices until W,
catch it? o, that as the song drops
down from Heaven it might meet hal
way song coming up from earth!
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