Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1900-04-02

through the heavens, and multitudes
come down the hills crying: Harvest
home! Harvest homer
There is nothing more bewitching to
ones ear than the song of sailors far
out at sea, whether in day or night, as
they pull away at the ropes-not much
SENSE often in the words they utter,
but the music is thrilling. SO the song
in heaven will be a sailors song. They
were voyagers once and thought they
could never get to shore, and before
they could get things snug and trim
the cyclone struck them. But now they
are safe. Once they went with dam
aged rigging, guns of distress booming
through the storm, but the pilot came
aboard, and he brought them into the
harbor. Now they sing of the break
ers past, the lighthouses that showed
them where to sail, the pilot that took
them through the straits, the eternal
shore on which they landed.
Aye, it will be the children's song.
You know very we'll that the vast ma
jOrity of our race die in infancy, and it
is estimated that sixteen thousand mil
lions of the little ones are standing be-
fore God. When they shall rise up
about the throne to sing, the millions
and the millions of the little ones-ah,
that will be music for you! These
played in the streets of Babylon and
Thebes; these plucked lilies from the
foot of Olivet while Christ was preach
ing about them; these waded in
Sloan; these were victims of Herod's
massacre; these were thrown to crOco-
diles or into the fire; these came up
from Christian homes, and these were
fOundlings on the city commonwealth
dren everywhere in all that land, chill
dren in the towers, children on the seas
of glass, children on the battlements.
All if you do not like children do not
go there!
A Grand Chorus.
The Christian singers and composers
of all ages will be there to join in that
song. Thomas Hastings will be there.
Lowell Mason will be there. Beethoven
and Mozart will be there. They who
sounded the cymbals and the trumpets
in the ancient temples will be there.
The 10000 harpers that stood at the
ancient dedication will be there. The
200 singers that assisted on that day
will be there. Patriarchs who lived
amid thrashing floors, shepherds who
watched amid Chaldean hills, proph-
cts who walked, with long boards and
coarse apparel, prOAouncing woe
against ancient denominations, will
meet the more recent martyrs who
went up with leaping cohorts of fire,
and some will speak Of the Jesus of
whom they prophesied and others of
the Jesus for whom they died. oh,
what a song! 1t came to John upon
Patmos, it came to Calvin in the pris-
on, it dropped to Ridley in the fire, and
sometimes that song has come to your
ear perhaps, for 1 really do think it
sometimes breaks over the battlements
of heaven.
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 rehearse for the
following Sabbath, and she said: "How
strangely sweet the choir rehearses to-
night. They have been rehearsing
there for an hour" NO" said some
one about her, "the choir is not re-
hearsing tonight" ''Yes," she said, 81
know they are. 1 hear them sing.
How very sweetly they sing" Now, it
was not a choir of earth that she
heard, but the choir of heaven. 1
think that Jesus sometimes sets ajar
the door of heaven, and a passage of
minstrels of heaven strike such n tre-
mendous strain the walls of jasper
cannot hold it.
l wonderland this is a question l
have been asking myself all the serv-
ice-will you sing that song? Will l
sing it? Not unless cur sins are par
doned and we learn now to sing the
praise of Christ will we ever sing it
there. The first great concert that l
ever attended was in New York, when
Julien in the Crystal palace stood be-
fore hundreds of singers and hun
dreds of players upon instruments.
Some of you may remember that occa-
sion. 1t was the first one of the kind
at which l was present, and l shall
never forget it. l saw that one man
standing and with the hand and foot
WELD that great harmony, beating the
time. 1t was to me overwhelming.
But, oh, the grander scene when they
shall come from the east and from the
west and from the north and from
the south, "a great multitude that no
man can number" into the temple of
the skies, host beyond host, rank be-
yond rank, gallery above gallery, and
Jesus will stand before that great host
to conduct the harmony with his
wounded hands and his wounded feet!