The Leon reporter. (Leon, Iowa) 1887-1930, 1900-04-05

hot lips, no kind hand to brush away
the flies from the fresh wound, no
one to take the loving farewell. the
grooming of others poured into his own
groan. the blasphemy of others plow-
ing up his own spirit, the condensed
bitterness of dying away from home
among strangers. Yet songs in the
night! Songs in the night! "Ah,"
said one dying soldier. tell my moth
er that last night there was not one
cloud between my soul and Jesus. I"
Songs In the night! Songs in the
night!
"A Christian woman, the wife Of a
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.
I know they are. hear them sing
ing. How very sweetly they sing!"
Now, 1t was not choir of earth that
she heard, but the choir of heaven. I
think that Jesus sometimes sets ajar
the door OF heaven. and passage Of
that rapture greets our ears. The
Ministries of heaven strike such ire
mendous strain the walls OF Jasper
cannot hold it.
wonderland this is question
have been asking myself all the serv-
1ce-will you sing that song? Will I
sing 1t? Not unless our 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 I
ever attended was in New York when
Julien in the Crystal palace stood be-
fore hundreds Of singers and hundreds
of players upon instruments. Some of
you may remember that occasion. 1t
was the first one of the kind at which
l was present, and shall never forget
1t. saw that one man standing and
with the hand and foot WELD that
great harmony, beating the time. It
was to me overwhelmingly. 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 tei>ple of the skies,
host beyond host, rank beyond rank.
gallery above gallery, and Jesus will
stand before that great host to con-
duct the harmony with His wounded
do ho
voice of many waters, like the voice OF
mighty thunderings, they shall cry,
Worthy is the Lamb that was slain
to receive blessing and riches and hon
or and glory and power, world without
end. Amen and amen!" Oh, If my
ear shall hear no other sweet sounds
may hear that! If join no other
glad assemblage. may l join in that.
was reading of the battle of Agin-
court, in which Henry V. figured, and
it is said after the battle was won.
gloriously won, the king wanted to ac-
knowledge the divine interposition and
he ordered the chaplain to read the
Psalm of David, and when he came to
the words, mot unto us, 0 l.ok', but
to Thy name be the praise" the king
dismounted, and all the cavalry dis
mounted, and all the great host, Off
GERS and men, threw themselves on
their faces. Oh, at the story of the
Sayionr's love and th~ ne.-s4our de-
- Ess.f7' not PROSTATE our
before Him today, hosts OF
earth and hosts of heaven, falling upon
our faces and crying, mot unto us,
not unto us, but unto Thy name be the
glory!" Until the day break and
the shadows flee away turn our
beloved and be thou like roe or a
young hart upon the mountains of Be-
Their"