Virginia citizen. (Irvington, Va.) 1891-1921, 1900-04-06

that shot through his last moments
and the unreasonable ocean OF tor
ment that heaved up against his cross
In one foaming. wrathful, omnipotent
surge. the sun dashed out aud the
dead. shroud wrapped. breaking open
their sepulchers and rushing out to see
what was the matter. We sing his res
objectionable guard that could not
keep him, the sorrow OF his disciples.
the clouds piling up on either side in
ptliared splendors as be went through.
treading thf painless air, higher and
higher, until he came TO the foot OF
the throne! aud all heaven kept jubilee
ut the return OF the conqueror. Oh is
there any song more appropriate for
Sabbath night than this song of Jesus?
Let the passersby I'm the street hear
IL: let the angels OF God carry II amidst
the thrones. Sound IL out through the
darkness: Jesus the night song. appro-
pirate for any hour, but especially
sweet and beautiful and blessed on a
Sabbath night.
Everlasting Music.
l say once more Christ Is the ever
lasting song. The very best singers
sometimes get tired; the strongest
threats sometimes gets weary, and
many who sang very sweetly do not
sing now. but l hope by the grace OF
God we will after awhile go up and
sing the praises OF Christ where we
will never be weary. You know there
are some songs that are especially APP
propriate for the home circle. They
stir the soul. they start the tears, they
nm. no In,
sounding after the tune has stopped.
like some cathedral bell which. long
after the tap of the brazen tongue has
ceased, keeps throbbing on the air.
Well. II will be n home song I'm heaven;
all the sweeter because those who sang
with us i'm the domestic circle on earth
shall join that great harmony:
Jerusalem. my happy home.
Name dear 20 me;
When shall my labors have end
In joy and peace in thee7
On earth we sang harvest songs as
the wheat came into the barn and the
barracks were filed. You know there
Is no such time on a farm MS when
they get the crops In, and so I'm heav-
en- 1t will be harvest song on the part
OF those who on earth sowed In tears
and reaped in joy. Lift up your heads,
ye everlasting gates. and let the
Iheaves come in, Angels shout all
through the heavens, and multitudes
come down the hills crying: Harvest
home, Harvest homer
There is nothing more bewitching to
ones ear than the song of sailors far
out at sea, whether in day or night, as
they pull away at the ropes-not much
sense often in the words they utter
but the music is thrilling. So the song
Ia heaven will be a sailors song. They
were voyagers once and thought they
could never get to shore, and before
they could get things snug and trim
the cyclone struck them. But now they
are safe. Once they went with dam
aged rigging, guns of distress booming
through the storm, but the pilot came
aboard, and he brought them into the
harbor. Now they sing of the break
ers past, the lighthouses that showed
them where to sail, the pilot that took
them through the straits, the eternal
shore on which they landed.
Aye. II will be the children's song.
You know very well that the vast ma
1ority OF our race die in infancy, and II
is estimated that sixteen thousand mil
lions OF the little ones are standing be-
fore God. When they shall rise ND
about the throne to sing. the millions
and the millions of the little ones-ah.
that will be music for you'll These
played in the streets OF Babylon and
Thebes; these plucked lilies from the
foot of Olivet while Christ was preach
hns
Sloan; these were victims OF Herod's
massacre; these were thrown 20 croco-
dies or into the fire; these came up
from Christian homes, and these were
foundlings on the city commonwealth
dren everywhere In all that land, chill
dren In the towers. children on the seas
OF glass, children on the battlements.
All, II you do not like children do not
go therel
A Grand Chorus.