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

or heavens great doxologies! In my
parish in Philadelphia a little child
was departing. She had been sick all
her days and cripple. 1t was noon
day when she went, and, as the shad-
ow of death gathered on her eyelid
she thought 1t 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 1t was
good morning" to Jesuit was good
morning to heaven. l can think of
no cradle song more beautiful than
Jesus.
Songs for the Old.
next speak of Christ as the old
mans song. Quick music loses It's
charm for the aged ear. The school
girl asks for a schottisch or 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 a tune So old that
the young people do not know ii, but
1t starts the tears down the cheek OF
the aged man. for 1t 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.
was one Thanksgiving day in my
pulpit In Syracuse, and Rev. Daniel
Waldo, at 90 years Of age, stood beside
me. The choir sang tune. ] said,
Il am sorry they sang that new tune;
| nobody seems to know It," BLESS YOU
my son." said the old man, Il heard
that seventy years ago."
There was a song today that touched
the life Of the aged with holy fire
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. NO
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.
Il 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
err! 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
one 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; 1t was
the old fashioned roundglass specta-
Giles through which she used to read
her Bible, and / 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
|
the old Scotch minister, used to put a
| 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
1t 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, slanderous 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 still Is high.
Hide me, o my Saviour! Hide
Till the storm of life is passed.
Safe into the haven gJide;
| Oh. receive my soul. at 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
the taper on the stand, nc one to put
ice on the temples or pour out the
soothing anodyne or utter one cheer
full word. Yet songs in thu night
For the poor. who freeze in the win
ter's cold and swelter in the summer S
heat and MUNICH the hard crusts that
| bleed the sore gums and shiver under