St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1900-05-05

We sing His birth-the barn tha
sheltered Him, the mother tha
nursed Him. the cattle that fed be
side Him, the angels that woke III
the shepherds, shaking light over th'
midnight hills. We sing His ministr,
the tears He wiped away from th'
eyes of the orphans, the lame mer
that forgot their crutches, the dam
sci who from the bier bounded gu,
into the sunlight, her locks shaking
down over the flushed cheek, thu
hungry thousapds who broke the
bread as it blossomed into larger
loaves-that miracle by which a boy
| with five loaves and two fishes be
came the sutler of a whole army. We
sing His sorrows-His stone-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 immeasurable ocean
of torment that heaved up against His
cross in one foaming, wrathful. om-
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,,-c.e 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 Sabbath night.
Isay once more Christ is the everiast-
ing song. The very best singers some
times get tired, the strongest throats
sometimes 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
the tears, they turn the heart in on it,
self 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, 1t will be home song in
Heaven, all the sweeter because those
who sang with us in the domestic cir
Gle on earth shall join that great har-
mony.
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 song -
the wheat came into the barn and the
were filed. You know there
is no such time on a farm as when they
get the crops in, and SO in Heaven it
will be harvest song on the part Of
hose who on earth sowed in tears and
reaped in JOY. Lift up your heads, We
everlasting gates, and let the sheaves
come in! Angels shout all through the
Heavens, and multitudes come down
the hills, crying: Harvest home! Har-
rest home!"
Christian woman. the wife of q |
minister Of the Gospel, was dying in |
the parsonage near the old church,
where on Saturday night the choir
lsed to assemble and rehearse for the
following Sabbath, and she said:
How strangely sweet the choir re-
,earses tonight. They have been re-
learsing there for an hour" mo-
'aid some one about her. "the choir
8 not rehearsing tonight" "Yes,"
he said. 81 know they are. l hear
hem singing. How very sweetly they
iing!" Now, it was nos a choir of
.arth that she heard. but the choir
4 Heaven. l think that Jesus some
lines sets ajar the door of Heaven,
md a passage of that rapture greets
'ur ears. The minstrels Of Heaven
trike such tremendous strain the
walls of jasper cannot hold it.
I wonderland this is a question II
ave been asking myself all the serv.
you sing that song? Will I
ing it? Not unless our sins are par
oned and we learn now to sing the
raise of Christ will we ever sing it
here. The first great concert that
ever attended was in New York
1hen Julien in the Crystal palace
TODD before hundreds of singers and
undreds of players upon instru-
lents. Some of you may remember
hat occasion. 1t was the first one OF !.
he kind at which I was present, and
shall never forget It. saw that one
ian standing and with the hand and .
BOT 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
nd from the west and from tho
orth and from the south, "a great
Multitude that no man can number"
ito the temple of the skies, host be-
ond host, rank beyond rank, gallery
bove gallery, and Jesus will stand be-
IRE that great host to conduct the
armony with His wounded hands and
ounded feet! Like the voice of
any waters, like the voice of mighty q
lunderings. they shall cry: worthy
the Lamb that was slain to re. &
i've blessings and riches and honor 4
i'd glory and power, world without t
Id. Amen and amen!" Oh, il nv
II shall hear no other sweet sounds, Y
ay / hear that! If I join no other Q
ad assemblage, may I join in that. b
was reading Of the battle of Agin- Ii
'urt. in which Henry v. figured, and $
is said after the battle was won.
oriously won, the king wanted to r
knowledge the Divine interposition, =
i'd he ordered the chaplain to read
e Psalm of David and when he
me to the words: "Not unto us, O :
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