The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1880-12-30


sting9 o grave, where is thy victorv?e Or
j " ten years old And then he said ssNow
| wish you would just turn this bed. so can
/ look once more on the foliage and see the
sun set" And they turned the bed, and he
said: Il do 50 wish that Jesus would hurry
and come and take me-" They said to him
"Why, are you not willing to await the
Lords time z YES" he said, IL am but
would rather Jesus would come and hurry
and take me-" Aud 50, with peace indie
| scrIbable, he passed away.
Oh, there is nothing sad about child's
death, save the grief in the parents heart.
You see the little ones go right out from a
world of sin and suffering to world of ioy
How many SORROWS they escape, haw MANY
temptations, how many troubles? Children
dead are safe. Those that live are in peril.
We know not what dark path they may take.
The day may come in which they will break
your heart. But children dead are safe
safe forever. Weeping parents, do not mourn
too bitterly over your children that are gone.
There are two kinds of prayers made at the
ehild's sick bed. One prayer the Lord likes
the other he does not like. When a soul
kneels down at child's sick bed and says
20, Lord spare this little one he is very
near to my heart; don't want to part with
him, but Thy will be done'-that is the
kind of prayer the Lord loves. There is
i
men make in substance when they say +; 40,
Lord, this isn't right its hard to take this
child spare this child; | can't give him up;
l won't give him up" The Lord answers
that kind of prayer sometimes The child
lives on, and travels off in paths of wicked
ness to perish. At the end of every prayer
for a child's life, say "Thy will, o Lord,
be done"
THE BRIGHTEST LIGHTS
that can be kindled, Christ has kindled.
Let us, old and young, rejoice that heaven
is gathering up much that is attractive.
In that far land we are not strangers. There
are those there who speak our name day by
day, and they wonder why so long we tarry.
1t | could count up the names of all those
who have gone out from these families into
the kingdom of heaven, it would take me
all night to mention their names. A great
multitude before the throne. You loved
them once you love them now, and ever
and anon you think you hear their voices
calling you upward. All, yes, they have
gone out from all these families, and you
want no book TO tell you of the dying ex
perience of Christian children. You have
heard 1T (; it has been whispered in your ear,
. father, . mother, Q brother, o sister.
Toward that good land all Christians are
bearing This swapping of heart-strings,
his flight of years, this tread of the heart,
reminds us that We passing away
Under spring blossoms and through sum-
ner harvest, and across autumnal leaves |
md through the wintry snow-banks, we are
passing on. Oh, rejoice at it, children of
Tod, rejoice at it! How we shall gather
hem up, the loved and the lost Before |
We mount our throne, before we drink from |
he fountain, before we strike the harp of |
'ur eternal celebration we will cry out:
Where are our loved and our lost ?" And |
hen how we shall gather them up, oh, how
We shall gather them up!
I'm this dark world of sin and pain
We only meet TO part again,
But when reach the heavenly shore,
We there shall meet to part no more.
''The hope that we shall see that day
Should chase our present griefs away;
When these short years of pain are past,
Well meet before the throne at last"