vm /<3 SERMONS BY THE REV. MR. WESTON, Chaplain of the 1th Regiment, National Guard, AND THE REV. BYRON SUNDERLAND, Pastor of the First Presbyterian Church, Washinyton, PREACHED IN THE HALL OF IlEPRESENTATIVES, SUNDAY, APRIL 28th, 1861. lubli^eir bg nptst of i\t $egiment. WASHINGTON: HENRY POLKINHORN, PRINTER. 1861. ' C 2 1 see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming ; Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched while so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, The bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night That our flag was still there ; The Star Spangled Banner, oh long may it wave, O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave ! Oh ! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desolation ; Blest with victory and peace, may the Heaven-rescued land, Praise the power that hath made and preserved us a nation ; Then conquer we must, For our cause it is justj 20 Let this be our motto, In God is our trust ; And the Star Spangled Banner in triumph shall wave, O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. But, brethren, we know why you have gathered around us at this time ; why the mustering thousands of the loyal States have been moved as by the spirit of one man to hasten hitherwards. You have come as friends and as brothers, not as enemies or as aliens. We understand the purpose of your coming, and we applaud it. New England's heart has been touched to the core ; and the same shaft of anguish has pierced the great soul of New York, and of Pennsylvania, and of the whole broad Northwestern States ; yea, and the soul of every patriot throughout the land. It was the cry of the genius of Liberty, as she saw the stars and stripes go down before the unnatural wrath of a once sister State. Oh, would that the same anguish could have rent the heart of the South- ern States, showing still, despite all partisan strife and all sectional interest, that the body is yet one, and thrills to the living pulse of an unbroken nationality through every fibre and limb ! But the North have felt the shock, and have come not as an army of invaders ; not as the Scandinavian hordes that issued from the realms of Thor, rolling like a sea over the plains of Italy ; not like the legions of Napoleon, in later times, resurging from the South to the walls of the Kremlin, to perish in northern snows ; but like themselves alone, Americans and patriots, the sons of the sires of the Eevolu- tion, lovers of their country and ready with their lives. What indeed, in such a time as this, are wealth, and riches, and friends, and pleasures, and ease, and recreation ; what are cities, and marts, and proud' thoroughfares of trade and travel, and argosies of commerce, and all the pomp and treasure of an ever-advancing civilization ; what are dangers and self-denials and personal hardships ; nay, what is life itself, if the glorious visions of American Liberty and Inde- pendence, of American institutions and ideas and principles, can only be preserved ! #3 21 God only knows the issue of this great business. I confess to you, it looks to me sometimes grim and terrible ; and the baptism through which we are called to pass seems awful to our mortal nature, even as that more terrific and unspeaka- ble mystery of Christ our Saviour, in which He was baptised. Yet, I cannot but hope and believe, that as His death proved the life, and light, and hope of the world, so our suffering and toil, if we are true and faithful, will produce a harvest of fruits at last, of which none of us shall ever need to be ashamed ! Above all, let us remember whose we are, and the mighty God whom we serve ; let us put our trust in that "Name which is above every name, and shall endure forever." All we can do for our country will finally prove but the just tribute of oar age and our generation to that mightier kingdom which Jesus Christ has set up, and over which He will reign perpetually. When life's work is finished, and the con- summation of all things is come, may it then be found of each of us, that we have "endured unto the end," and have in- herited salvation. Oh, soldiers of Chri&t, if indeed you are such, what a life is before you ! what a victory and reward await you ! I see the last enemy approaching ! There lies between you and yonder welcome, but one more conflict. Earth is receding! Heaven begins to open! It shall be when life is over and the battle ended ; it shall be after you have worn the harness of this warfare, and having worn it well, shall unbind the corselet and lay aside the weapons of the fight ; it shall be when the earthly evolutions are all spent ; when the crisis is decided ; when the tents are struck, and the camp-fires wasted ; it shall be after that long sleep of the grave, in the muster-morning of the Kesurrection, when the trumpet of the Archangel shall breathe its living blast through "every soldier's sepulchre," and Heaven shall open, upon the sight of the rising myriads, 22 its long-expected glories. Oh, fellow-men, if indeed you be- long to Christ, " I see you on your winding way" from these distant regions of the grave to that resplendent and august Metropolis in yonder skies. The night — that last long night of death — which put an end to the combat and forever, is past ; the dawn of that day eternal opens to your vision the full realness and magnitude of the battle you have fought and won ; and the morning drum-beat of the mustering angel calls you up from the damp sod where the night found you fighting. Oh, what a victory and welcome ! There under the tri- umphal arch before the Celestial City, greeting the glad eye of the victor, there is your beautiful crown, ready for the soldier's temples, the gift of Him whose cause you served, winning that peace which is now your eternal fruition. There too, is the array, more gorgeous and magnificent than army ever made in a home-return from conflict, an array that you will join, in your upward march, at the clarion sound of seraphic heralds, amid the plaudits of unnumbered angel voices, bidding you welcome in the name of Him, for whom that night of earthly battle found you fighting to the last ! Once again, therefore, let me point you to the religion of the Cross ; to that only solace which can assuage our sorrows ; to that refuge and support which alone is adequate to life's solemn undertakings. There may you learn how the soul overcomes in every changing fortune of the strife ; and there may* you furnish the spirit expectant, for the dawn of the eternal morrow — when away from the conflict and the bi- vouac of mortal warfare, your vestments shall glisten in a purer light, and your tents be pitched under a fairer sky. Amen. -* - ^ * X 23 Prayer — Singing by the Choir. V« ., * v, * v ^ Glory to Thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light : Keep me, keep me, King of Kings, Under thine own almighty wings. Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ills that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Triumphant rise at the last day. DOXOLOGY. % Praise God, from "Whom all blessings flow ; Praise Him all creatures here below ; Praise Him above, angelic host ; Praise Father Son, and Holy Ghost. After the Benediction, the Band played " The Star-Span- gled Banner," while the audience joined in singing. Thus passed the second Sabbath of the National Guard. /J^e^^. /■■■&&2S** 7 s t^*-&s c/>*~ i M 0i2l^™«««» # £< r W% LIBRARY OF CONGRESS 012 608 256 3 Hollinger P H8.5 Mill Run F3-1955