Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1900-05-14

is Jesus Il am going to see Jesus"
said a dying boy; Il am going to see
Jesus" The missionary said, "YOu are
sure you will see him?'' "Oh, yes;
that's what | want to go to heaven
for But" said the missionary, sup
pose Jesus should go away from heav-
en-what then? 81 should follow him."
said the dying boy. But if Jesus went
down to hell-what then?' The dying
boy thought for moment and then
said, "NNhere Jesus is there can be no
hellv' 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
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 cannot imagine it now.
Our loved ones seem 50 faraway. When
we are in trouble and lonesome, they
don't seem to come to us. We go on to
the banks Of the Jordan and call across
to them, but they do not seem to hear.
We say, SIS it we'll with the child, is it
well with the loved ones?" and we lis
ten to hear if any voice come back
over the waters. None, none! Unbelief
says, 'They are dead, and they are an
initiated" but, blessed be God, we
have a Bible that tells us different.
We open it, and we find they are nei-
Their dead nor annihilated, that they
were never 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. Oh, 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.
What a place of explanation it will
be! [ see every day profound myster-
les of providence. There is no question
we ask oftener than why? There are
hundreds of graves in Greenwood and
Laurel Hill that need to be explained.
Hospitals for the blind and lame, asy-
lums for the idiOtic and insane, aims
houses for the destitute and a world Of
pain and misfortune that demand more
than human solution. God will clear it
all up. In the light that pours from
the throne no dark mystery can live.
illumined as plainly as though the an
swer were written on the jasper wall
Or sounded in the temple anthem. Bar
timeuS will thank God that he was
blind and Joseph that he was cast into
the pit and Daniel that he denned with
the lions and Paul that he was hump
backed and David that he was driven
from Jerusalem and that invalid that
for 20 years he could not lift his head
from the pillow and that widow that
she had such hard work to earn bread
for her children. The song will be all
the grander for earth's weeping eyes
and aching heads and exhausted hands
and scourged backs and martyred ago
MES. But we can get no idea of that
anthem here. We appreciate the pow
er of secular music, but do we appreci-
ate the power of sacred song? There
is nothing more inspiring to me than a
whole congregation lifted 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 a
thousand Christian Sabbaths. They
were sung by brothers and sisters gone
now, by voices that were aged and bro
ken in the music, voices none the less
sweet because they did tremble and
break.
When 1 hear these old songs sung, it
seems as if all the old country meeting
houses joined in the chorus and city
church and sailors bethel and western
cabins until the whole continent lifts
the Doxology and the scepters of eter-
nifty beat time in the music. Away
then with your starveling tunes that
chill the devotions of the sanctuary
and make the people sit silent when
Jesus is marching on to victory. When
generals come back from victorious
wars, do we not cheer them and shout,
"Huzza, huzza?" and when Jesus pass
es along in the conquest of the earth
shall we not have for him one loud,
ringing cheer?
All hail the power of Jesus namei
Let angels PROSTATE fall.
Bring forth the royal diadem
And crown him Lord of all
But, my friends, If music on earth is
so sweet what will it be in heaven?
They all know the tune there. All the
best singers of all the ages will join it,
choirs Of white robed children, choirs
of patriarchs, choirs Of apostles. Morn
ing stars clapping their cymbals. Harp
ers with their harps. Great anthems
of God roll on, roll on, other empires
joining the harmony till the thrones
are all full 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