Connecticut western news., 1900-05-17

blind and Joseph that he was cast into the pit and Daniel that he denned with the Hons 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 nies. But we can get no idea of that anthem here. We appreciate the pow CT of secular music, but do we appreci- ate the power of sacred song? There is nothing more inspiring to me than 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 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 hear these old songs sung, 1t 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- nity 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, huzzaY p 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 prostrate fall.
 Bring forth the royal diadem
 And crown him Lord of all.
 But, my friends, If music on earth Is so sweet what will 1t be In heaven? They all know the tune there. All the best singers of all the ages will join 1t, choirs of white robed children, choirs of patriarchs, choirs of apostles. Morn ing stars clapping their cymbals. Harp CTS 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 be there. Gabriel of the trumpet will be there. Germany, redeemed, will pour its deep. bass voice into the song, and Africa will add to the music with her matchless voices. wish we could anticipate that song. I wish in our closing hymn today we might catch an echo that slips from the gates. Who knows but that when the heavenly door opens today to let some soul through there may come forth the strain of the jubilant voices until we catch 1t? Oh, that as the song drops down from heaven 1t might meet half way song coming up from earthl
 They rise for the doxology, all the multitude cf the blessed. Let us rise with them, and so at this hour the joys of the church on earth and the joys of the church in heaven will mingle their chalices. and the dark apparel of our mourning will seem to whiten into the spotless raiment of the skies. God grant that through the mercy of our Lord Jesus we may all get there! Copyright. 1890. by Louis Klopsch.l