The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1900-04-11

ness, out ClrlsC mss spoken peace "
your heart. and you sing:
Jesus, lover Of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom hy,
While the billows pesr me roll,
While the tempest still is high.
Hide me, Omy Saviour! Hide
Till the storm of life is past,
Safe into the haven guide;
Oh, receive my soul at lsst.
Songs in the night! Songs IN the
aishrl For the sick, who have no one
10 turn the hot Fil!oW, DC ope 70 put
the tspsr or the etsod, noooe 20 put Ice
on the ;soples OF ponr eut the sootning
s,o5yne or after one cheerful word
Yat songs ia the night For the poor.
who freeze IN the winters cold and
swel,er IN the summers heat and
,uuuch the hard crusts that bleed the
sore gums and shiver under blankets
thst cannot any longer be patched
and ,remble because rent day is come
and that they may be set out On the
sidewalk sud looking into the starved
face Of the child snd seeing famine
there and death there, coming home
from the bakery and sayingin the pces-
ence of the little fanisbed Cnes. ON,
my God, -four has gone upl' Yet
songs in the sishtl Ssngs in the night!
For the widow who goes to get the
back pay Of her husband, slain 5y the
..shs-sshooters," and knows it is the
last help she will have, moving out Of
= comfortable home in desolation,
death turning back from the exhaust
ing cough and the pale cheek and the
lusecrless eye snd refusing al! relief.
Yet songs in the night! Sons in the
pightl For the soldier in the field hos
pitsl. no surgeon to bind up the gun
Shot fracture, no water for the hot lips,
no kind hand to brush away the Tles
from the fresh wound, no one to take
the loving farewell, the greaning o.
Others poured into his own grosn, the
blashphemy of others plowing up his
own spirit, the condensed bitterness Of
dying away from home among strangers.
Yet soDgs 10 the night! Songs in the
nish,l ''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 oight!
This Sabbath day came. From the
sltars Of 10 600 churches has smoked
10 the SAVIOR Of sacrifice. Ministers of
the gospel preached iu plain English,
in broad Scotch, in flowing ltslisu, IN
harsh Chocsaw. Gcd s people assem-
bled 10 Rindoo temple and Moravlaa
church and Quaker meeting house and
sailors bethel and kings chapel and
high lowered cathedral. They sang,
and the song Soated Of amid the spice
groves or struck the icebergs or Sosted
of into the western pines or vas drown
ed in the clsmor of the grest cities.
Lumhermen sang it and the factory
girls and the children 10 the Sabbath
class and the trained cholrs IN great
assemblsges. Trappers, with the same
voice with which they shouted yester-
day in the stag hunt, and Mariners with
shrosts that only few days sgo sound
ei in the hcarse blast Of the sea hurri-
Gaze. they sang it. Que theme for the
sermons. Ooe burden for the song
Jesus for the invocation. Jesus 10,
,hs Scripture lesson. Jesus for the
bsp,ismal font. Jesus for the sacra
mental cup. Jesus for the benediction.
But the day hiss gone. It rolled away
on swift wheels of light snd love.
Again the churches are lighted. Tides
Of people again setting down the.streetE
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, every body says
| let it be Jesus We must have one
more song. What shslllt be, children!
Aged peu aud women, what shsll 1t bel
Young men and nsidens, what shall II
be? If you dared to break the silence
| of this suditory, there would come uI
thousands OF quick and juollan, voices
crying out, Let it Be Jesusl Jesus
jesu>l
We sing his blrsh-the barn that
shelter.d d him, the mother that nurEec
him, the cattle that fed beside him, the
angels that woke Up the shepherds,
shaking light over the midnight hills
We sing his ninistry-,he tears he
wiped away from the eyes OF the or
phans, the lame meu that forget their
crutehes, tho daRsel Eho from the biel
bounded out into the sunlight, hel
locks shaking down over the flushed
cheek, the hungry thousands who
! broke the bread as it blossomed into
larger loaves-,hat miracle by which a
boy with Eve loaves and twe fishes be-
came the su,ler OF 3 whole army. We
sing his sorrows-bis 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 tor
nent that hesved up against bis cross
in one foaming, WTsthful, omnlpctent
surge, the sun dashed out, and the
dead, shroud wrapped, breaking open
their sepulchers and rushing out to see
what was the matter. We sing his
resurrection-the guard that could not
help him, the sorrow Of his disciples,
the clouds piling up on either side 10
pillared splendors as he went through,
treading the painless air, higher and
higher, until be came to the foot Of
the throne, and all heaven kept jubilee
at the return of the conQueror. Oh, IS
there sny soBg more appropriate TOR .
Sabbath night than this Soog 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 b the
darkness. Jesus the night song, appro-
pirate for any hour, but especially sweet
aud beautiful and blessed or Sabbath
night.
ro,.en n,o-e Christ ia fha aveY-