The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1900-04-07
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day in the stag hunt, and mariners
with threats that only a few days ago
sounded in the hoarse blast of the sea
hurricane, they sang it. One theme
for the One burden for the
song. Jesus for the invocation.
Jesus for the Scripture lesson. Jesus
for the baptismal font. Jesus for the
sacramental cup. Jesus for the bene-
diction. But the day 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
coming 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
he Jesus. We must have one more
| song. What shall it be, children?
| Aged men and women, what shall it
be? Young men and maidens, what
| shall it be? If you dared to break
the silence of this auditory, there
would come up thousands of quick
and iubilant voices, crying out, Let
it be Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!"
We sing His birth-the barn that
sheltered Him, the mother that
nursed Him, the cattle that fed be-
| 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 cheeks the
hungry thousands who broke the
bread as it blossomed into larger
loaves-that miracle by which a boy
with five loaves and W. fishes be-
came the sutler of a whole army. We
| sing His sorrows-His s~tone-bruised
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
passers-by 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,
appropriate for any hour, but espe-
cially sweet and beautiful and blessed
on a Sabbath 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 re-
hearses tonight. They have been re-
hearsing there for an hour" NO"
said some one about her, "the choir
is not rehearsing tonight" "Yes,"
she said, 81 know they are. ! hear
them singing. How very sweetly they
, sing!" Now, it was nos a choir of
earth that she heard, but the choir
of Heaven. I 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.
l wonderland this is a question ]
have been asking myself all the serv-
ice-will you sing that song? viii
sing it? Not unless our sins are par
doned and we learn now to sing the
praise of Christ will we ever sing il
there. The first great concert that
/ ever attended was in New York
when Julien in the Crystal palace
stood before hundreds of singers and
hundreds of players upon instru,
ments. Some of you may remember
that occasion. 1t was the first one OF
the kind at which l was present, ant
I shall never forget it. 1 saw that one
man standing and with the hand ant
, foot WELD that great harmony, beat
ing the time. 1t was to me over
whelming. But, oh, the grander scene
when they shall come from the cas-
and from the west and from TIL,
north and from the south, "a grea'
= multitude hat no man can number,
, into the temple of the skies, host be
yond host, rank beyond rank, CALLER,
/, above gallery, and Jesus will stand be
/, fore that great host to conduct tn
, harmony with His wounded hands ant
wounded feet! Like the voice O
, many waters, like the voice of might,
thunderings, they shall cry: worth,
is the Lamb that was slain to re
, ceive blessings and riches and homo
and glory and power, world withou
end. Amen and amen!" Oh, if m,
Y ear shall hear no other sweet sounds
t may ! hear that! If I join no othe