The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1899-11-29

forget the letter N embroidered in
purple and gold on the upholstery OF
chair and window, the letter n gilded
on the wall, tue letter n chased on
the chalices, the letter N flaming from
the ceiling What conAagration OF
brilliance the throueroom. of Charles
Emmanuel Of Sardinia, of Ferdinand
of Spain, Of Elizabeth of England, Of
Boniface of Italy. But the throne
room of our Fathers house hath a
glory eclipsing all the thronerooms
that ever saw scepter wave or crown
glitter or foreign ambassador bow, for
our Father throne is a throne OF
grace, a throne Of mercy, throne OF
holiness, a throne Of justice, a throne
CT universal dominion. We need not
stand shivering and covering before
it, for our Father says we may yet one
day come up and sit on it beside Him.
"To him that overcometh will | grant
to sit with Me in Ny throne. . You
see, we are princes and princesses.
Perhaps now we move boutincogpito,
as Peter the Great in the garb Of a
ship carpenter at Amsterdam or as
Queen Tirzah in the dress OF a pea
SAINT woman seeking the prophet for
her child's cure, but it will be found
out after while who we are when
we get into the throneroom. Aye,
we need not wait until then. Wemay
by prayer and song and spiritual up
lifting this moment enter the throne
room. 0 King. live forever We
touch the scepter and PROSTATE our
selves at Thy feet.
Another room in our Father S house
is the music room. St. John and
other Bible writer's talk so much
about the music Of heaven that there
must be music there, perhaps not
such as on earth was thrummed from
trembling string or evoked by touch of
ivory key; but, if not that, then some
thing better There are SO many
Christian harpists and Christian CON-
posers and Christian organists and
Christian hymnologists that have gone
up from earth, there must be for them
some place Of especial delectation.
Shall we have music in this world Of
discords and no music in the land of
complete harmony?
In that music room Of our Father S
house you will some day meet the old
masters, Mozart and Handel and Men
delssohn and Beethoven and Dodd-
ridge, whose sacred poetry was as re-
markablc as his sacred prose, and
James Montgomery and William Cow
per, at last got rid Of his spiritual
melancholy, and Bishop Heber, who
sang Of "Greenland's icy mountains
and India coral strand,'' and DR..
RaAles, who wrote Of "High in yon-
der realms Of light, and Isaac Watts,
who went to visit Sir Thomas Abney
and wife for week, but proved him
self SO agreeable guest that they
made him stay thirty-six years, and
side by side Augustus Toplandy, who
has got over his dislike for Methodists,
and Charles Wesley, freed from his
dislike for Calvinists, and George ".
Bethune, as sweet as a songmaker as
he was great as a preacher and the
author of "The Village Hymns and
many who wrote in verse or song, in
church or by evcntide cradle, and
many who were passionately fond of
music, but could make none them
selves, the poorest singer there more
than any earthly prima donna and the
poorest players there more than any
earthly Gottschalk. Oh, that music
room, the headquarters Of cadence and
rhythm, symphony and chant, psalm
and antiphon! May we be there some
hour when Haydn sits at the keys of
one of his own oratorios, and David
the psalmist fingers the harp, and
Miriam of the Red sea banks claps the
cymbals, and Gabriel puts his lips to
the trumpet and the four and twenty
elders chant, and Lind and Parepa
render matchless duet in the music
room of the old heavenly homestead!
"In my Fathers house are many
rooms.
Another room in our Father house
will be the family room. It may cor
respond somewhat with the family
room on earth. AT morning and
evening, you know, that is the place
we now meet. Though every member
of the household have separate
room, in the family room they all
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