Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1900-05-19

well with the loved ones" and we lis
, ten to hear If any voice come back
over the waters. None, nonel Unbellei
says, "They are dead. and they are an
initiated" but, blessed be God, we
have a Bible that tells us different
We open it, and we find they are nei-
ther dead nor annihilated, that they
were never 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, glorious
reunion, we cannot grasp it now! Eye
hath not seen nor ear heard, neither
have entered into the heart of man, the
things which God hath prepared for
them that love him."
What a place of explanation 1t will
bel 1 see every day profound myster-
les 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.
Hospitals for the blind and lame, asy-
lums for the idiotic and insane, aims
! houses for the destitute and world of
pain and misfortune that demand more
than human solution. God will clear 1t
all up. liz the light that pours from
the throne no dark mystery can live.
Things now utterly inscrutable will be
illumined rs plainly as though the an
swer were written on the jasper wall
or sounded in the temple anthem. Bar
timeus 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 hump
backed 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 earth's weeping eyes
and aching heads and exhausted hands
and scourged backs and martyred ago.
MES. But we can get no idea Of that
anthem here. We appreciate the pow
er Of secular music. but do we appreci-
ate the power of sacred song? There
is nothing more inspiring to me than a
whole congregation 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 a
thousand Christian Sabbaths. They
were sung by brothers and sisters gone
now, by voices that were aged and bro
ken In the music, voices none the less
sweet because they did tremble and
break.
When hear these old songs sung, 1t
seems as II 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 siarveling tunes that
chill fha dnvntions 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 pass
es along in the conquest of the earth
shall we not have for him one loud,
ringing cheer?
All hail the power Of Jesus namei
Let angels PROSTATE fall.
Bring forth the royal diadem
And crown him Lord OF all.
But, my friends, II 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, ch0irs
of patriarchs. choirs of apostles. Morn
ing stars clappng their cymbals. Harp
ers with their harps. Great anthems
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 trumpet will
be there. Germany. redeemed, will
pour its deep. bass voice into the song,
and Africa will add to the music with
her matchless voices. | wish we could
anticipate that song. | wish In our
closing hymn today we might catch an
echo that slips from the gates. Who
knows but that when the heavenly
door opens today to let some soul
through there may come forth the
strain of the jubilant voices until we
catch it? Oh. that as the song drops
down from heaven it might meet half
way a song coming up from earth.
They rise for the doxology, all the
multitude of the blessed. Let us rise
with them. and so at this hour the joys
of the church on earth and the joys Of
the church in heaven will mingle their
chalces and the dark apparel Of our
mourning will seem to whiten into the
spotless raiment Of the skies. God
grant that through the mercy OF our
Lord Jesus we may all get there!
copyright. 1900. by Louis Klopsch.l
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