Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1900-04-05

Christian circles. and could picture
the calm looks and the folded hands
and sweet departure. methinks 1t
would be grand and beautiful as one
Of heavens great doxologies! In my
parish In Philadelphia a little child
was departing. She had beer sick all
her days and a cripple. II was noon
day when she went. and. as the shad-
ow of death gathered on her eyelid
she thought II was evening and time
to go to bed. and so she said. Good
night. papa! Good night, mammal
And then she was gone! 1t was
good night" to pain and good night"
to tears and good night" to death
and good night" to earth. but it was
good morning" to Jesuit was good
morning" to heaven. l can think Of
no cradle song more beautiful than
Jesus.
Songs for tho Old.
I next speak OF Christ as the old
mans song. QUICK music loses its
charm for the aged ear. The school,
girl asks for schott,sch or a glee,
but her grandmother asks for "Baler-
ma" or the Portuguese Hymn" Fifty
years OF trouble have tanned the spirit.
and the keys of the music board must
have solemn tread. Though the
voice may be tremulous. so that grand
father will not trust 1t In church. still
he has the psalm book open before
him. and he sings with his soul. He
huns his grandchild asleep with the
same tune he sang forty years ago in
the old country meeting house. Some
day the choir sings tune 50 old that
the young people do not know it. but
it starts the tears down the cheek of
the aged man, for II reminds him OF
the revival scene In which he partici-
pated and of the radiant faces that
long since went to dust and of the
gray haired minister leaning over the
pulpit and sounding the good tidings
Of great Joy.
i was one Thanksgiving day in my
pulpit in Syracuse. and Rev. Daniel
Waldo. at 80 years Of age. stood beside
me. The choir sang a tune. / said,
NhNs Sans tiaL new luhSg
nobody seems to know it." BLESS you.
my son." said the old man, Il heard
that seventy years ago."
There was song today that touched
the life Of the aged with holy fire
and kindled glory on their vision
that your younger eyesight cannot see.
1t was the song of salvation-Jesus.
who fed them all their lives long;
Jesus. who wiped away their tears;
Jesus. who stood by them when all else
failed; Jesus, in whose name their
marriage was consecrated and whose
resurrection has poured light upon the
graves of their departed. DO you
know me?" said the wife to her aged
husband. who was dying, his mind al
ready having gone out. He said. mo"
And the son said, Father, do you
know me?" He said. NO The
daughter said. Father. do you know
me?' He said. No" The minister
of the gospel, standing by. said. do
you know Jesus?" "Oh. yes" he said,
81 know Him, chief among 10000. the
one altogether lovely!" Blessed the
Bible in which specialized old age reads
the promise, Il will never leave you,
never forsake you" Blessed the staff
on which the worn out pilgrim totters
on toward the welcome of his Redeem
er! Blessed the hymn book in which
the faltering tongue and the failing
eyes find Jesus. the old mans song!
When my mother had been put away
for the resurrection. We. the children.
came to the old homestead, and each
ore wanted to take away a memento
of her who had loved us SO long and
loved us so well. think | took away
the best of all the mementoes; il was
the old-fashioned round-glass specta-
cles through which she used to read
her Bible. and l put them on, but
they were too old for me, and | could
not see across the room. But through
them could see back to childhood and
forward to the hills of heaven. where
the ankles that were stiff with age
have become timber again. and the
spirit, with restored eyesight. stands
in rapt exultation. crying. This is
heaven."
Words of Peace.
| speak to you again of Jesus as the
night son. Job speaks of Him who
giveth songs in the night. John WEIGH.
the old Scotch minister, used to put
plaid across his bed ON cold nights,
and some one asked him why he put
that there. He said. "Oh. sometimes
in the night | want to sing the praise
OF Jesus and to get down and pray.
Then ! just take that plaid and wrap
it around me to keep myself from the
cold" Songs in the night. Night of
trouble has come down upon many of
you. Commercial losses put out one
star, sianderous abuse puts out another
star. domestic bereavement has put out
1000 lights. and gloom has been added
to gloom and chill to chill and sting
to sting. and one midnight has seemed
to borrow the fold from another mid
night to wrap Itself in more unbeara-
BILE darkness. but Christ has spoken
peace to your heart and you sing;
Jesus. lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the pillows near me roll.
While the tempest st.ll is high.
Hide me. o my Saviour. Hide
TIL the storm OF life is passed,
Safe into the haven gaide;
Oh. receive my soul. ut last.
Songs In the night Songs in the
night! For the sick. who have no one
TO turn the hot pillow, no one to put