The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1900-05-19


to show it the wonders of that blessed
place. The usher angel says to the
newly arrived: "These are the mar
tyrs that persisted at Piedmont; these
were torn to pieces at the inquisition;
this is the throne of the great Jeho-
yah; this is Jesus" IL am going to see
Jesus" said 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 then?" II should fol-
low him." said the dying boy. "But il
Jesus went down to hell-what them"
The dying boy thought for 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 that 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 ii now. 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:
'Is 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 annihilated," but blessed be
God, we have Bible that tells us differ
ent! We open it, and we find they are
neither dead nor annihilated-that
they never were so much alive as now
that they are only waiting for our
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.
asylums for the idiotic and insane,
almshouses for the destitute and u
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
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the jasper wall or sounded in the tenn
pie anthem. Bartimeus will thank
God that 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 20 years he
could not lift his head from the pillow,
and that widow, that she had such hard
work to earn bread for her children.
The song will be all the grander for
carth's weeping eyes and aching heads
and exhausted hands and scourged
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 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 Of
them were cradle songs in our fathers
house! They are all sparkling with the
morning dew of thousand Christian
Sabbaths. They were sung by broth
ers and sisters gone now, by voices that
were aged and broken in the music,
voices none the less sweet because they
did tremble and break.
When l hear these old songs sung, it
seems as il all the old country meeting
houses Joined in the chorus and city
church and sailors bethel and western
cabins until the whole continent lifts
the doxology and the scepters of eter-
nifty beat time in the music. Away,
then, with your starveling tunes that
chill the devotions of the sanctuary
and make the people sit silent when
Jesus is marching on to victory. When
generals come back from victorious
wars do we not cheer them and shout:
"Huzza. huzza?" And when Jesus
passes along in the conquest of the
earth, shall we not have for Him one
loud, ringing cheer?
All hail the power of Jesus name!
Let angels PROSTATE fan.
Bring forth the royal diadem
And crown Him Lord of all.
But, my friends, if music on earth is
so sweet what will it be in Heaven.
They all know the tune there. All the
best singers of all the ages will join it
-choirs of white-robed children, choirs
of patriarchs, choirs of apostles. Morn
ing stars clapping their cymbals.
Harpers with their harps. Great an
thems of God roll on! roll on!-other
empires joining the harmony till the
thrones are all full and the nations
all saved. Anthem shall touch anthem.
chorus join chorus, and all the sweet
sounds of earth and Heaven be poured
into. the ear of Christ. David of the
harp will be there. Gabriel of the trum-
pet will be there. Germany. redeemed,
will pour it's rich bass voice into the
song. and Africa will add to the music
with her matchless voices. ! wish in
our closing hymn to-day we might