The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1900-04-06

ice on the temples OF po"
soothing anodyne or utter one enc,
fuI word Yet n in the nisn''
For the poor. who freeze in the wiz
tore cold and swelter in the sumnieis
be.t and MUNICH the hard crusts tn"U
bleed the sore gums and shiVer uhuel
hIanLot. that cannot any longer De
patched and tremble because REM
is come and they may be set u
the sidewalk and looking into ~
starved face of the child and seems
famine there and death there, comlne
home from the bakery and saying III
the presence of the little famlshed onee
"Oh. my God, -four has gone up" let
songs in the night! Songs In the
night For the widow who goes "
get the back pay of her husband, siam
by the "sharpshooters." and knows IL
is the last help she will have, moving
out of a comfortable home In desola-
ton, death turning back from the eA-
hausting cough and the pale cheek anu
the lusterless eye and refusing all re-
lief. Yet songs in the night!
in the night For the soldier In the
field hospital, nc surgeon to Dino III
the gunshot fracture, no water FOR tne
hot lips, no kind hand to brush away
the flies from the fresh wound, no
one to take the loving farewell, the
grooming of others poured into his own
groan, the blasphemy of others plo"-
ing I'D his own spirit, the condensed
bitterness of dying away from home>
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night! Songs in the night! An
said one dying soldier, tell my moth
er that last night there was not one
cloud between my soul and Jesus.
Songs in the night! Songs in the
night!
A Christian woman, the wife OF a
minister Of the gospel, was dying in
the parsonage near the old church.
where on Saturday night the choir
used to assemble and rehearse for the
following Sabbath, and she said: How
strangely sweet the choir rehearses to-
night. They nave been rehearsing
there for an hour" NO." said some
one about her, the choir is not re-
hearsing tonight" YES" she said,
Il know they are. l hear them sing
ing. How very sweetly they sing!"
Now, it was not a choir of earth that
she heard, but the choir of heaven. l
think that Jesus sometimes sets ajar
the door of heaven, and a passage Of
that rapture greets our ears. The
MINISTRIES of heaven strike such a ire
mendous strain the walls of jasper
canno hold it.
/ wonderland this is a question l
have been asking myself all the serv-
ice-will you sing that song? Will L
sing it? Not unless our sins are par
doned and we learn now to sing the
praise of Christ will we ever sing it
there. The first great concert that L
ever attended was in New York when
Julien in the Crystal palace stood be-
fore hundreds of singers and hundreds
OF players upon instruments. Some OF
you may remember that occasion. 1t
was the first one of the kind at which
| was present, and l shall never forget
it. | saw that one man standing and
with the hand and foot WELD hat
great harmony, beating the time. 1t
was to me overwhelmingly. But, oh,
III SIdHucl SCGuC WUSH IlGy SudlL
come from the east and from the west
and from the north and from the south
"a great multitude that no man can
number" into the temple of the skies,
host beyond host, rank beyond rank,
gallery above gallery, and Jesus will
stand before that great host to ON
duct the harmony with His wounded
hands and wounded feet! Like the
voice of many waters, like the voice OF
mighty thunderings, they shall cry,
Worthy is the Lamb that was slain
to receive blessing and riches and hon.
or and glory and power, world without
end. Amen and ameni" Oh, if my
ear shall hear no other sweet sounds
may l hear that If l join no other
glad assemblage, may l join in that.
was reading of the battle of Agin-
court, in which Henry V. figured, and
1t is said after the battle was won,
gloriOusly won, the king wanted to &C
knowledge the divine interposition and
he ordered the chaplain TO read the
Psalm of David, and when he came to
the words, Not unto us, o Lori, but
to Thy name be the praise" the king
dlsmounted, n all the cavalry dis
mounted, and all the great host, Off
GERS and men, threw themselves on
their faces. Oh, at the story of he
Sayiour's love and the Saviour's de-
liVerance shall we not PROSTATE our
selves before Him today, hosts of
earth and hosts of heaven, falling upon
our faces and crying, Not into us,
not into Us, but unto Thy name be the
glory!" Until the day break and
the shadows flee away turn our
beloved and be thou like a roe or a
young hart upon the mountains of Be-
ther."
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