The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1900-05-10

away the flies from the fresh wound,
no one to take the loving farewell,
the groaning of others poured into
his own groan, the blasphemy Of
others blowing up his own spirit, the
condensed bitterness of dying away
from home among strangers. Yet
songs in the night! Songs in the
night! "Ah!" said one dying soldier,
"tell my mother that last night there
was not one cloud between my soul
and Jesus!" Songs in the night!
Songs in the night!
This Sabbath day came. From the
altars of 10000 churches has smoked
up the SAVIOR of sacrifice. Ministers
of the gospel preached in plain Eng
lish, in broad Scotch, in flowing Ital-
ian, in harsh Choctaw. Gods people
assembled in Hindoo temple and Mo-
ravian church and Quaker meeting
house and sailors bethel and kings
chapel and high-towered cathedral.
They sang, and the song foated of
amid the spice groves or struck the
icebergs or foated OF into the west
ern pines or was drowned in the
clamor of the great cities. Lumber
men sang it and the factory girls and
the children in the Sabbath class aud
the trained choirs in great assem-
blages. Trappers. with the same
voice with which they shouted yester-
day in the stag hunt, and mariners
with throats that only few days ago
sounded in the hoarse blast Of the sea
hurricane, they sang it. One theme
for the sermons. 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 benc-
diction. But the day has gone. Il
rolled away on swift wheels Of light
and love. Again the churches arc
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
be Jesus. We must have one more
song. What shall it be, children?
Aged men and women, what shall ii
be? Young men and maidens, what
shall it be? If you dared to break
the silence of this auditory, thcEe
would come up thousands Of quick
and jubilant voices, crying out, Let
| it be Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!"
A Christian woman. the wife Of :
minister of the Gospel, was dying in
the parsonage near the old church,
where on Saturday night the choir
used to assemble and relearse for the
following Sabbath, and she said:
"How strangely sweet the choir re-
hearses tonight. They have been re-
hearsing there for an hour mo, !"
said some one about her, '.the choir
is not rehearsing tonight" Yes, !"
she said, II know they are. ! hear
them singing. How very sweetly they
sing!" Now, it was nos choir Of
earth that she heard. but the choir
of Heaven I think that Jesus some
times sets ajar the door of Heaven,
and passage Of that rapture greets
our ears. The minstrels Of Heaven
strike such tremendous strain the
walls of jasper cannot hold it.
wonderland this is question I
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 II
there. The first great concert that
l svS
when Julien in the Crystal palace
stood before hundreds OF singers and
hundreds of players upon instru-
ments. Some Of you may remembcl
that occasion. It was the first one oil
; the kind at which was present, and
shall never forget it. raw that one
man standing and with the hand and
foot WELD that great harmony, beat
ing the time. 1t was to me over
whelming. But. oh, the grander seem
when they shall come from the eas'
and from the west and from tn,
north and from the south, "a grea'
multitude that 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 Q
1 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 withoQ
end. Amen and amen!" Oh, if m
!, ear shall hear no other sweet soundl
: may hear that!
Il was reading of the battle OF Agir
! court, in which Henry v. figured, an
e it is said after the battle was wor
. gloriously won, the king wanted :
i acknowledge the Divine interpositioI
: and he ordered the chaplain to rea
i the Psalm of David and when b
i came to the words: mot unto MS, !!
= Lord, but to Thy name be the praise,
= the king dismounted, and all th
: cavalry dismounted, and all the gres
= host, officers and men, threw then
D selves on their faces. Oh. st Il