# Der Lutheraner_St. Louis Missouri_1849 03 06_S112
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was born at once with the music. — Originally it had seven stanzas; Valentin Ni[illegible]tig, however, General Superintendent at Merseburg, added an eighth, which, however, has not found general recognition in the hymn-books.

Everything Already Paid in Advance.

Someone who was handing a gift to a poor man said thereupon to Dr. Luther, who stood by: “Who knows where God will one day repay me for this!” “Why then only one day?” replied Luther, “has not God already long since paid you in advance?”

If, then, God the LORD has already paid us everything in advance, and yet at last will one day reward by grace every work of love performed in faith, He must surely be a — gracious God.

(Communicated.)

The Weyl Church Messenger.

To those friends of the Lutheraner who do not read this so-called Lutheran Kirchenbote, we must needs make known on occasion that in its No. 1 they are addressed most pathetically and exhorted to forbearing love toward Mr. Weyl and other such weak brethren. While now Mr. Weyl is thereby indeed lovingly admonished on account of his candle-story, but then cleverly defended again with the influences of the time, etc., lo, it comes to light that the Lutheraner has sinned grossly against this dear man, in that it treated him as a malicious person, whereas he is said to be a quite honest, weak soul. Hereupon the Lutheraner has earned a rebuke from the high-minded Mr. Adelphikos, so the reporter calls himself, as if it had followed its old Adam and had only stoutly belabored the innocent Mr. Weyl, so zealous for the Lutheran Church (?). Since now Mr. Adelphikos appears to be a quite discerning man, this judgment and vote of his might easily have brought us among the uninformed under the suspicion that we had no heart at all for making a proper distinction between dear weak brethren and malicious enemies. But the worthy, open-hearted Mr. Weyl, who probably only by oversight let himself be so handsomely presented in his own paper, has forthwith in the very next number most thoroughly cleared us of this suspicion, and has so conspicuously presented himself as a malicious person, as we have long held him to be, that the eyes of Mr. Adelphikos too must have been opened, seeing that he has also impudently thrown to the wind his surely most loving counsel and correction. First, in the 2nd number of his Kirchenbote he has inserted the article of an ignorant person, who gives to the two solid treatises of Dr. Sihler in No. 3 and 4 of the Lutheraner the false interpretation as if they did homage to the Roman, antichristian principle of an only-saving — old-Lutheran church, further as if the one aimed among other things also that Reformed persons who desire the Holy Supper from Lutheran pastors should be forced by all manner of artifices to go over to the Lutheran Church against their better conviction, and as if the other taught that on account of the crucifixes, candles, etc., congregations must in certain cases be rent asunder. All this the already so often reported Weyl has not only spread abroad in print without more ado, and has not instructed that ignorant person with a single word concerning all these dreadful misunderstandings, but has put the crown on the matter by announcing in the same number the conversion of Pastor Schneider to the Roman Church with the malicious remark: “Schneider has probably burned old-Lutheran wax candles, and they have lighted him thither.” — Now, I think we have by this time cause to thank Mr. Weyl that he has justified us against Mr. Adelphikos and has so aptly portrayed himself that we could hardly have represented him as more malicious.  A. C.

The Joyful Welcome in the Heavenly Jerusalem.

Jerusalem,
Thou high-built city,
Would God I were in thee!
My longing heart
Hath such great desire,
And is no more with me.
Far over mountain and vale,
Far over level field
It swings itself above all,
And hastes out of this world.

O fair day,
And hour yet far more fair!
When wilt thou come at last,
When I with joy,
With free and joyful mouth
Give up my soul
Into God’s faithful hands
As a chosen pledge,
That it may land with salvation
In that fatherland?

In a moment
It will lift itself
Up to the firmament,
When it leaves
So gently, so wondrously
The dwelling-place of the elements,
Goes up in Elijah’s chariot,
With angelic host
(Who bear it in their hands)
Surrounded wholly and entirely.

O Castle of Honor!
Be now greeted by me;
Open the gate of grace!
What a great while
Hath longed for thee,
Ere I am come forth
From that evil life,
From that vanity,
And God hath given me
The inheritance of eternity!

What a people,
What a noble host
Comes marching yonder already?
All that in the world
Was of the elect,
I see, the best crown,
Which Jesus, the Lord, hath
Sent to meet me,
When I was yet so far
In my land of tears.

Prophets great
And patriarchs high,
Christians also all together,
Who of old there
Bore the yoke of the cross
And the pain of tyrants,
I behold hovering in glory,
In freedom everywhere,
Encompassed with bright clearness,
With sunlit ray.

When then at last
I have arrived
In fair Paradise,
With highest joy
The mind is filled,
The mouth with laud and praise;
The pure Hallelujah
Is sung in holiness,
The fair Hosanna
Without end in eternity.

With jubilant sound,
With fair instruments
On choirs without number,
So that from the sound
And from the sweet tone
The hall of joy trembles;
With a hundred thousand tongues,
With voices yet many more,
As sung from the beginning
By the heavenly host.

Joh. Matthäus Meyfart.

The Evil Conscience.

At Berg near Stuttgart lived an old former master miller, Joh. Georg Boley, who, paralyzed by apoplexy and quite enfeebled, had to keep his bed, while from his fiery, piercing glances and from his words a vigorous, sound spirit spoke. One day he was alone in the room. Then a strange peasant-woman came in with a little cask, and offers him brandy for sale. He needs none; he waves the offer away from him with a refusal. She asks once more; he answers the same. The seller becomes ever more importunate and immodest in her offers, and will not leave the spot. Boley looks at her in his earnest, piercing way. The woman, after she has for a while met these piercing glances with a bold eye, becomes of a sudden mute and at the same time uneasy. With ever-increasing anxiety she at last breaks the silence and asks: “Why does he look at me so?” — Boley answers her nothing. — She repeats her question several times. Boley is silent still. — Then she cries as if beside herself: “He need not look at me so, I have done nothing wrong.” — Boley is silent. “I have surely done nothing wrong! Look away, do, one would think he meant to stab someone.” — Boley looks at her still earnestly and silently. — “Ah, dear God, let him but let me go! What does he want of me? Ah God, I see already, he knows it! I will gladly confess it to him! One I have had.” — Boley, still looking earnestly at her, says: “So? so? One? I did not ask you.” — “Yes, an illegitimate child I have had, but surely no more.” — Boley asks with ever sterner look: “So? Only one?” — “How does he know everything? Yes, truly I have had two. But for God’s sake tell no one. I surely did them no harm! surely nothing!” — “So,” asks Boley, “no harm done?” — “Ah God in heaven! no, I stabbed one of them! what manner of man is that, God keep one from this man!” — With these words she runs screaming out of the house and is quickly out of his sight, before he can so much as bethink himself what to do.  (Schuberts Geschichte der Seele.)

Received
for the mission on the river Cass in Mich.:
$3.25 through Rev. P. Trautmann from his congregations.  August Crämer.

Paid.
The 2nd half of the 3rd volume.  Rev. P. Sondhaus.
The 1st half of the 4th volume.  Rev. P. Sondhaus.
The 5th volume.  The Rev. Messrs. Kempe, P. Wege (10 copies).

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