The Greenville times. [volume] (Greenville, Miss.) 1868-1917, 1900-04-07
We SING His birth-the barn that


side Him, the angels that woke up
the Shepherds shaking light over the
midnight hills. We sing His ministry
the tears He wiped away from the
eyes of the orphans, the lame men
that forgot their crutches, the dam
sci who from the bier bounded out
into the sunlight, her locks shaking
down over the flushed cheek, the
hungry thousands who broke lhe
bread as il blossomed into larger
loaves-that miracle by which a boy
with five loaves and two fishes pc
came the sutler of n whole army. we
sing His sorrows-IIis stone-brulsed
feet, His aching heart, His mountain
loneliness. His desert hunger, HIS
storm-pelted body. the eternity OF
anguish that shot through HIS last
moments. and the unreasonable ocean
of torment that heaved up against HIS
cross in one foaming. wrathful, ON
nipotent surge, the sun dashed out,
and the dead, shroud wrapped, break
ing open their sepulchers and rushing
out TO see what was the matter we
sing His resurrection-the guard that
could not keep Him, the sorrow OF
His disciples, the clouds piling up on
either side in pillared splendors as
He went through, treading the path
less air, higher and higher, until He
came to the foot of the throne, and all
heaven kept jubilee at the return OF
the conqueror. Oh, is there any song
more appropriate for a Sabbath night
than this song of Jesus? Let the
in the street hear it, let
the angels of God carry it amidst the
thrones. Sound it out through the
darkness: Jesus. the night song,
for any hour, but espe-
cially sweet and beautiful and blessed
on Sabbath night.
Isay once more Christ is the everlast-
ing song. The very best singers some
times get tired, the strongest threats
get weary, and many who
sang very sweetly do not sing now, but
hope by the grace of God we will after
awhile go up and sing the praises of
christ where we will never be weary.
You know there are some songs that
are especially appropriate for the home
circle. They stir the soul, they start
he tears, they turn the heart in on it.
self and keep sounding after the tune
has stopped, Ike some cathedral bell
which. long after the tap of the brazen
ongue has ceased. keeps throbbing on
he air. Well, it will be home song in
Heaven. all the sweeter because those
who sang with us in the domestic cir
lie on earth shall join that great har-
nony.
Jerusalem. my happy home,
Name ever dear to me;
When shall my labors have an end
In joy and peace in thee?
On earth we sang harvest songs as
he wheat came into the barn and the |
'arracks were filled. You know there
S no such time on farm as when they
.et the crops in, and so in Heaven it
will be harvest song on the part of |
hose who on earth soved in tears and
capped in joy. Lift up your heads. We
gates. and let the sheaves
ONE in! Angels shout all through the
leavens, and multitudes come down
he hills, crying: Harvest home! Har-
est home!"
a Christian woman. the wife of a
minister of the Gospel, was dying in
he parsonage near the old church,
where on Saturday night the choir
sed to assemble and rehearse for the
GLOWING Sabbath, and she said:
How strangely sweet the choir re-
earses tonight They have been re-
earsing there for an hour" No"
aid some one about her. 1.-THE choir
not rehearsing tonight" YES"
he said, 81 know they are. I hear
hem singing. How very sweetly they
ing!" Now, it was nos a choir of
arth that she heard. but the choir
f Heaven. | think that Jesus some
ines sets ajar the door of Heaven,
nd passage of that rapture greets
UT ears. The minstrels of Heaven
trike such tremendous strain the
'alls of Jasper cannot hold it,
| wonderland this is question I
ave been asking myself all the serv-
'e-will you Sing that song? viii
ng it? Not unless our sins are par
oned and we learn now to sing the
raise of Christ will we ever sing it
lere. The first great concert that
ever attended was in New York
hen Julien in the Crystal palace
God before hundreds Of singers and
undreds of players upon instru-
ents. Some of you may remember
lat occasion. 1t was the first one of
lie kind at which l was present. and
shall never forget it. | saw that one
an standing and with the hand and
'ot WELD that great harmony, beat
g the time. 1t was to me over
helming. But, oh. the grander scene
hen they shall come from the east
I'd from the west and from the
)rth and from the south. "a great ;
altitude that no man can number"
to the temple of the skies. host be- {
md host, rank beyond rank. gallery {
'ove gallery, and Jesus will stand be-
re that great host to conduct the {
lrmony with His wounded hands and /
ounded feet! Like the voice of |
any waters. like the voice of mighty S
they shall cry: "Worthy '
the Lamb that was slain to re- i
i've blessings and riches and honor
i'd glory and power. world without
ID. Amen and amen!" Oh. if nv v
r shall hear no other sweet sounds.
ay l hear that! If join no other |
ad assemblage, may I join in that,
l was reading of the battle of Agin-
urt, in which Henry V. figured, and
is said after the battle was won.