Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1900-05-11
SAVANNAH, TENNESSEE, FRIDAY, MAY H. 1900
,oice with which they shouted yester.

sounded in the hoarse blast OF the sea
hurricane, they sang it. One theme
for the sermons. One burden for the
song. Jesus for the invocation.
Jesus for the Scripture lesson. Jesus
for the baptismal font. Jesus for the
sacramental cup. Jesus for the bene.
diction. But the day has gone. 1t
rolled away on swift wheels of light
and love. Again the churches are
lighted. Tides of people again setting
down the streets. 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, everybody says; let it
be Jesus. We must have one more
song. What shall it be, childrenP
Aged men and women, what shall it
be? Young men and maidens, what
shall it be? If you dared to break
the silence of this auditory, there
would come up thousands of quick
and jubilant voices, crying out, LET
it be Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!"
We sing His birth-the barn that
sheltered Him, the mother that
nursed Him. the cattle that fed be-
side Him, the angels that woke up
the shepherds, shaking light over the
midnight hills. We sing His ministry
the tears He wiped away from the
eyes of the orphans, the lame men
that forgot their crutches, the dam
sci who from the bier bounded out
into the sunlight, her locks shaking
down over the flushed cheek, the
hungry thous9nds who broke the
bread as it blossomed into larger
loaves-that miracle by which boy
with five loaves and two fishes be-
came the sutler of whole army. We
sing His sorrows-His 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 torment that heaved up against His
cross in one foaming, wrathful, om-
mipotent surge, the sun dashed out,
and the dead, shroud wrapped, break
ing open their sepulchers and rushing
out to see what was the matter. We
sing His resurrection-the guard that
could not keep Him, the sorrow OF
His disciples, the clouds piling up on
either side in pillared splendors as
thrn,crh trao1inrr thn I,
less air, higher and higher, until He
came to the foot of the throne, and all
heaven kept jubilee at the return OF
the conqueror. Oh, is there any song
more appropriate for Sabbath night
than this song of Jesus? Let the
passcrs-by in the street hear it, let
the angels of God carry it amidst the
thrones. Sound it out through the
darkness: Jesus, the night song
appropriate for any hour, but espe'
cially sweet and beautiful and blessed
on Sabbath night.
A Christian woman. the wife of q
minister of the Gospel, was dying il
the parsonage near the old church
where on Saturday night the choil
used to assemble and rehearse for tn,
following Sabbath. and she said
"How strangely sweet the choir re
hearses tonight. They have been re
hearsing there for an hour" mo-
said some one about her, "the choil
is not rehearsing tonight" "Yes,
she said, 81 know they are. / heal
them singing. How very sweetly the,
sing!" Now, it was nos q choir o
earth that she heard. but the choil
of Heaven. / think that Jesus some
times sets ajar the door of Heaven
and passage of that rapture greet
our ears. The minstrels of Heavel
strike such a tremendous strain tn,
walls of jasper cannot hold it.
wonderland this is a question
have been asking myself all the serv
ice-will you sing that song? Will
sing it? Not unless our sins are par
doned and we learn now to sing tn,
praise of Christ will we ever sing i
there. The first great concert tina
! ever attended was in New Yorl
when Julien in the Crystal palac,
stood before hundreds of singers ant
hundreds Of players upon instru
ments. Some of you may remembet
that occasion. 1t was the first one o
the kind at which / was present, ant
| shall never forget it. | saw that on,
man standing and with the hand ant
foot WELD that great harmony, beat
ing the time. 1t was to me over
whelming. But, oh, the grander seem
when they shall come from the cas-
and from the west and from th
north and from the south, "a grea
multitude that no man can number,
into the temple of the skies, host be
yond host, rank beyond rank, CALLER,
above gallery, and Jesus will stand be
fore that great host to conduct th
harmony with His wounded hands an,
wounded feet! Like the voice o
many waters, like the voice Of might,
thunderings, they shall cry: "Worth,
is the Lamb that was slain to re
ceive blessings and riches and homo
and glory and power, world withou
end. Amen and amen!" Oh, il m,
ear shall hear no other sweet sounds
may l hear that! If / join no othe
glad assemblage, may I join in that
was reading of the battle Of Agin
court, in which Henry V. figured, an
it is said after the battle was won
gloriously won, the king wanted t.
acknowledge the Divine interpositior
and he ordered the chaplain to rea
the Psalm Of David and when h
came to the words: mot unto us,
Lord, but to Thy name be the praise,
the king dismounted, and all tn
cavalry dismounted, and all the grea
host, officers and men, thew them
selves on their faces. Oh, at tn
story of the Sayiour's love and tn
Saviours deliverance, shall W
not PROSTATE ourseI'e. before Hir
| to-day hosts of earth and hosty a