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Jesus
"Oh,
the precious music of Jesus' name!
Glory to the Lamb!
Oh, sweetest name in song, the heavens shall prolong
The music of Thy name."
To the Christian soul there is no music so sweet as the
music of the name of Jesus. That name catches the
attention above all other names. That name is sacred to
the Christian's memory. He loves to think on that name.
There is an inexpressible sweetness in the thought of that
name. A tender delight comes over the soul at the mention
of that name. There is no circumstance in life that that
name cannot sweeten. If we be in the furnace flame that
name quenches the burning.
A mother sits beside a little casket in which lies a
child, cold, faded, and dead like a gathered lily. How
deep, desperate and blank would be her woe if it were not
for the name of Jesus. As she sits looking into the face
of the child she bore just three months ago, the tears
come streaming from her eyes, but at the thought of Jesus
there is a smile through the tears. What beautiful and
bright visions come before her mind as she beholds her
child with Jesus in the Paradise of God. There is a sorrow
at the heart, but there is an indescribable sweetness in
the sorrow as she remembers her blessed Saviour.
"Tune
your harps, ye ransomed throng, and extol the Christ
Sing the name that opened Mercy's door;
Oh, 'tis music, sweetest music to sinners lost,
Sweetest to the saints forever more."
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