The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1900-05-19

what Heaven is. 1t Is the grave here
it is darkness here--but there is mer-
rymaking yonder. Methinks when q
soul arrives some angel takes it around
to show it the wonders of that blessed
place. The usher ange. says to the
newly arrived: "These are the mar
tyrs hat persisted at Piedmont; these
were orr to pieces at the inquisition;
this is the throne of the great Jeho-
yah; this is Jesus" II am going to see
Jesus said a dying boy. Il am going
to see Jesus" The missionary said:
You are sure you will see Him?" "Oh,
yes; that's what l want to go to Heaven
for But" said the missionary, sup
pose Jesus should go away FROM
Heaven-what them" 81 should fol
low him." said the dying boy. "But il
Jesus went down to hell-what then?"
| The dying boy thought for q moment
and then said: "Where Jesus is there
| can be no hell" Oh, to stand in His
presence! That will be Heaven! Oh,
| to put our hand in hat hand which was
wounded for us on the cross-to go
around amid the groups of the re-
| deemed and shake hands with the
prophets and apostles and martyrs
| and with our own dear beloved ones!
| That will be the great reunion. We
cannot imagine it nov Our loved ones
seem so far away. When we are in
trouble and lonesome, they don't seem
to come to us. We go on to the banks
of the Jordan and call across to them,
| but they do not seem to hear. We say:
us it well with the child? is it well
| with the loved ones?" and we listen to
hear if any voice come back over the
waters. None, none!
Unbelief says: "They are dead, and
they are annihilateo," but blessed be
| God, we have IL Bible that tells us differ
ent! We open it, and we find they are
| neither dead nor annihilated-that
thew never were so much alive as now
that they are only waiting for Il
coming and that we shall join them on
the other side of the river. Oh, glori-
Gus reunion. we cannot grasp it now!
What a place of explanation it will
be! / see every day profound mysteries
of Providence. There is no question We
ask oftener than Why? There are
hundreds of graves in Greenwood and
Laurel Hill that need to be explained.
Hospitals for the blind and lame,
asylums for the idiotic and insane,
almshouses for the destitute and a
world of pain and misfortune that de-
mand more than human solution. God
will clear it all up. In the light that
pours from the throne no dark mys-
terry can live. Things now utterly in
scrutable will be illumined as plainly
as though the answer was written on
the Jasper wall or sounded in the tenn.
ole anthem. Bartimeus will thank
God hat he was blind, and Joseph that
he was cast into the pit, and Daniel
that he denned with the lions, and Paul
that he was humpbacked, and David
that he was driven from Jerusalem,
and that invalid. that for 90 years he
could not lift his head from the pillow,
and that widow, that she had such hard
work 20 earn bread for her children.
The song will be all the grander for
carth's weeping eyes and aching heads
and exhausted hands and scourgeG
backs and martyred agonies. But we
can get no idea of that anthem here.
We appreciate the power of secular
music, but do we appreciate the power
of sacred song? There is nothing more
inspiring to me than a whole congrega.
ton lifted on the wave of holy melody.
When we sing some of those dear old
psalms and tunes, they rouse all the
memories of the past. Why, some o.
them were cradle songs in our fathers
house! They are all sparkling with the
morning dew of a thousand Christian
Sabbaths. They were sung by broth
ers and sisters gone now, by voices thai
were aged and broken in the music
voices none the less sweet because they
did tremble and break.
When / hear these old songs sung, i
seems as if all the old country meeting
houses Joined in the chorus and cit,
church and sailors bethel and western
cabins until the whole continent lift
the doxology and the scepters of eter
nifty beat time in the music. Aw ay
then, with your ~starveling tunes tina
chill the devotions of the sanctunr,
and make the people sit silent whel
Jesus is marching on to victory. Whel
generals come back from victoriou
wars do we not cheer them and shout
"Huzza, huzza?" And when Jesu
passes along in the conquest of tn
earth, shall we not have for Him on
loud, ringing cheer?
All hail the power OF Jesus name!
Let angels PROSTATE fall.
Bring forth the royal diadem
And crown Him Lord Of all.
But, my friends, if music on earth |
S o sweet what will it be in Heaven
They all know the tune there. All tn
! best singers of all the ages will join
-choirs Of white-robed children, choir
of patriarchs, choirs of apostles. Morn
ing stars clapping their cymbals
I Harpers with their hsrps. Great ar
thems of God roll on! roll on!-othe
empires joining the harmony till tn
: thrones are all full and the nation
all saved. Anthem shall touch anthem
chorus join chorus. and all the swee