Newport weekly independent., 1902-08-15
GOSPEL OF GIVING.
A Message by the " Highway and
 Byway" Preacher.
Heaven's Riches Placed at the Dis pOsal of the Disciples of Jesus Who Minister In
 His Name.
ICopyright. 1902, by A. N. Kellogg News
 paper Col

IeXt: trecly ye nave FeCelNeO, lTeely give.-Matt. l0:S.
 song of the birds, the brightest and sweetest of all the day, poured into my window the other morning, and the first consciousness I had was that Ma ture was again astir, and was giving to me her best to tune my heart to sing through all the duties of the day. Never did music sound more sweet than the song of the birds that morn ing as it came freewill offering from the happy songsters. The song of the prima donna is reserved for the select audiences which can afford to pay the price of admission, but the songs of the birds are as free as the air, and the birds which woke me when my heart was tender towards God and open to the summertime teaching seemed to carol over and over again the words: "Freely ye have received, freely give" The reyeille of the feathered song sters announced the crimson tinting of the east as the first rays of golden light came creeping up the heavens, and as each succeeding note rose and fell and swelled into full song, the hum and buzz of Nature caught the refrain un- til the fresh morning air reverberated with the beautiful harmony. And while all Nature broke into her song of welcome, the glowing sun majestl- cally rolled above the horizon, flooding my room with brilliant light. As it's golden rays filled all the place with it's beauty, each dancing sunbeam seemed to sing: Freely ye have received, freely give"
 Out into the garden I went. The sparkling dew drops rested upon grass and flowers, and flashed the early morning sun like so many diamonds. Each blade of green and each bright petaled flower, robed in new beauty after the soft hand of the night had brushed away the dust and heat of the previous day, seemed to raise it's face towards Heaven with grateful praise and silently sing: "Freely have we received, freely will welgive."
 And as the stirring breezes waited to me their dainty perfume in generous fullfllment of the whispered promise, my soul bounded within me at the les son which the morning had brought me, and my heart took up the refrain and sang: Freely, indeed, have l re- ceived, freely, too, will give"
 With glad heart and bounding step I moved under the trees and took the path which led down to the brooks verdant side. Throwing myself upon the messy bank and taking my Testa- ment from my pocket, I turned to the ninth chapter of II. Corinthians, the eighth verse of which, with it's wealth of "all grace" call sufficiency," "all things" and "always" lavished upon us by loving Heavenly Father, so that we might abound "to every good work" gave back to me the message which Nature all about me had been singing; and the stream ripping joy ously by at my feet carried me back to my boyhood, as it seemed in musical rhythm to sing the simple little song of the soulful Fanny J. Crosby:
 "Give." said the little stream, "give. oh.
 give; give, oh, give!'
 "Give," said the little stream, as 1t
 hurried down the hill.
 ''I am small I know, but wherever l go,
 give, oh, give; give, oh, give!
 'I am small, I know, but wherever l
 go, the fields grow greener still" "Give," said the little rain. "give, oh.
 give; give, oh, give!'
 Give" said the little rain. as it fell
 upon the flowers.
 'I will raise the dropping heads again,
 give, oh, give; give, oh, give!"
 "I will raise the dropping heads again,
 bowers. "Give," said the violet sweet. "give. oh.
 give; give, oh, give!
 Give" said the violet sweet in Its
 gentle spring-like voice;
 "From cot and hall they will hear my
 call, give, oh, give: give, oh, give!
 From cot and hall they will hear my
 call, they will find me and rejoice" /" "Give," said they all, "oh give! give, oh,
 give; give, oh, give"
 "Give," said they ali, 'oh, give for our - blessings come from Heaven" "And we fain would give, yes, would
 only live give, oh, give; give, give!' And we fain would give, yes would
 only live, to give as God has giv'n." " Give, then, for Jesus, give! give oh,
 give: give, oh, give!
 Give. then, for Jesus, give! there is
 something all can give.
 On, do as the streams and blossoms do.
 give, oh give; give, oh, give!
 Oh, do as the streams and blossoms do,
 and for God and others live.
 The Song of the World.-The mes- sage of Gods Word is in harmony with the spirit of all Nature, but somehow the world has been so busy with it's business of getting and keep ing, sung to the tune of Me first and the other fellow if he gets a