The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1900-04-04

Jesus for the benedictiOn. But the Gay
has gone. 1t rolled away on swift wheels
of light and love. Again the churches
are lighted. Tides of people again setting
down the streets. Whole families COM
ing up the church aisle. We must have
one more service. What shall we preach
What shall we read? Let it be Jesus
everybody says; let it be Jesus. We must
have one more song. What shall 1t De-
children? Aged men and women, What
shall it be? Young men and maldens'
what shall it be? II you dared to break
the silence Of this auditory, there would
come up thousands Of quick and Jubllaht
voices, crying out, Let it be Jesus.
Jesus! Jesus!'
A Great Harmony.
I say once more Christ is the everlast-
ing song. The very best singers some
times get tired, the strongest threats
sometimes get weary, and many VINO
sang very sweetly do not sing now, BUT
l hope by the grace Of God we will after
awhile so up and sing the praises Oh
Christ where we will never be weary.
You know there are some songs that are
especially appropriate for the home CIT
Gle. They stir the soul, they start the
tears, they turn the heart in on ltself'and
keep sounding after the tune has stopped,
like some cathedral bell which, long after
the tap Of the brazen tongue has ceased,
keeps throbbing on the air. Well, it VIII
be home song in heaven, all the sWeeter
because those who sang with us in the DO
nestle circle on earth shall join that great
harmony.
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 the
wheat came into the barn and the bar
racks were filled. You know there is no
such time on a farm as when they get
the crops in, and SO in heaven it Will be a
harvest song on the part of those who on
earth soWed i'll tears and reaped IN JOY.
Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates,
and let the sheaves come in. Angels
shout all through the heavens, and multi
tudes come down the hills crying: liar
vest home! Harvest home"'
There is nothing more bewitching 10
ones ear than the song of sailors far out
at sea, whether in day or night, as they
pull away at the rOpes-not much sense
often in the words they utter, but the
music is thrilling. So the song in heaven
will be sailors song They were yoy-
ayers once and thought they could never
get to shore, and before they could get
things snug and trim the cyclone struck
them. But now they are safe. Once they
went with damaged rigging. guns Of dis
tress booming through the storm, but the
pilot came aboard. and he brought them
into the harbor, Now they sing of the
breakers past, the lighthouses that show
ed them where to sail, the pilot that took
them through the straits, the eternal
shore on which they landed.
The ChiIdren's Song.
Aye, it will be the children's song. You
know very we'll that the vast majority of
our race die in infancy, and it is estimat-
ed that sixteen thousand millions of the
little ones are standing before God. When
they shall rise up about the throne to
sing, the millions and the millions of the
little ones--ah, that will be music for you!
These played in the streets Of Babylon
and Thebes: these plucked lilies from the
foot of Olivet while Christ was preaching
about them; these waded in Siloam these
were victims of Herod's massacre; these
were thrown to crocodiles or into the fire;
these came up from Christian homes, and
there were foundlings on the city COM
mons-children everywhere in all that
land, children in the towers, children on
the seas of glass, children on the battle
ments. All, if you do not like children,
do not go there. They are in vast major
ity. And what n song when they lift it
around about the throne
The Christian singers and composers
of all ages will be there to join in that
song. Thomas Hastings will be there.
Lowell Mason will be there. Beethoven
and Mozart will be there. They who
sounded the cymbais and the trumpets in
the ancient temples will be there. The
10000 harpers that stood at the ancient
dedication will be there. The 200 singers
that assisted on that day will be there.
Patriarchs who lived amid thrashing
floors, shepherds who watched amid
Chaldean hills, prophets who walked,
with long boards and coarse apparel, pro-
nouncing woe against ancient abomina
tons, will meet the more recent martyrs
who went up with leaping cohorts of fire;
and some will speak of the Jesus of
whom they prophesied, and others of the
sonf! 1t came to John upon Patmos, it
came TO Calvin in the prison, it dropped
to Ridley in the fire, and sometimes that
song has come to your ear, perhaps, for
really do think it sometimes breaks over
the battiements of heaven.
Heavenly Chorus.
A Christian woman, the wife of a min
lister Of the gospel, was dying in the par
sonage near the old church, where on Sat
urday night the choir used to assemble
and rehearse for. the following Sabbath,
and she said: How strangely sweet the
choir rehearses tonight They have been
rehearsing there for an hour" NO"
said some one about her, "the choir is not
rehearsing tonight" YES" she said. Il
know they arc. | hear them singing. How
very sweetly they sing. Now, it was not |
a choir Of earth that she heard but the
choir of heaven. | think that Jesus some
times sets ajar the door Of heaven, and a |
passage Of that rapture greets our ears
The MINISTRIES of heaven strike such a
tremendous strain the walls of jasper
cannot hold it.
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