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1888. or anything that might be called real
sickness, and stand beside those who never
knew a we'll day in all their life and yet were
consumed with zeal for God. All! what a
day that will.be for those Of US, what an &C
count it will be to render when you
ask yourself and I ask myself. what
have we done with the health that
all this audience who can feel, who does now
feel that he has given all his physical quail
ties to making the world better and for the
glory of his God! Not one, no5 one!
Hank! it thunisrs. The day approaches.
the day for which all other days were made.
His throne is lifted, and there is one VINO on
earth was always an invalid stands bsfore
the throne Of Judgment and this one says to
the Judge on the throne, 81 was always sick;
I could not go out much and serve Christ:
I found some opportunities Of serving
Him; I found people who were sicker
Than I was and WIN suffered more than
l, and Itried to cheer than I feel all I'M
worthy to be here today, but I have done
something for Christ, although it was very
s'well done. Enter into the joy Of thy Lord.
Go up and get thy crown. And a great
crown it IS" Here is another one before the
throne of Judgment. He says: "On earth l
always went on crutches. I could not get
about much, but wherever I had an opportu-
nity of inviting men to Christ, and for good,
I tried TO do that good. do not deserve any
reward. accomplished little for my Lord.
Oh, how little!' "Well done," says Christ,
"Well done. Enter into the joy Of thy
Lord. Great reward fa' thee, great
reward" And now there is q little child be-
fore the throne Of Judgment. She says: "On
earth I had curvature of the spine, and I was
very weak, and l was very sick. l could not
do much for Jesus, but I used to 20 out into
the wild woods and pluck flowers for my sick
mother, and l used to bring them back 10 her
room, and she was so cheered and comforted
by those flowers that 1 plucked out OF the
wild wo DDS" "Well DONE" says Christ, tax.
ing her up in His arms and kissing her,
swell done. Go up and get thy crown, little
one. Great is thy reward in heaven" But
the stout, tho muscular, the healthful
of earth come up before the throne of judg-
'ment to give answer. I said to an old Scotch
minister, who was one of the best friends l
ever had, Doctor, did you ever know in
Scotland the author of The Course of Time
Robert Pollock" "Oh, yes he said, u
knew him we'll. I was his classmate. "
"Well," i said, "tell me something about
him" "Well," he said, cit is a very short
of lime exhausted him, and I believe he
died from the effects. The book was too
mighty for his physical endurance. In.
decd, l cannot see how any one who
ever had such a glimpse Of the
great day Of account as Robert
Pollock had could live n great while after. 1t
was so mighty a spectacle he saw, and there
are abouteight or ten lines Of it that impress
me moro than all:
"Begin the woe, ye WOODS,
And tell it to the doleful winds;
And doleful winds wall to the bowling hills,
And bowling hills MOURN to the dismal wales,
And dismal wales sigh to the sor-owing brooks,
And sorrowing brooks weep to the weeping
stream,
An | weeping stream awake the grooming deep,
We Heavens, great archway OF the universe,
Put sackcloth on, and ocean robe thyself in
garb Of widowhood,
And gather all thy wares into a groan
And utter it long, loud, deep, piercing, dolo-
rous, immense.
The occasion asks it. Nature dies
And angels come to lay her in the grave"
What Robert Pollock saw in poetic vision,
you and I will see in reality. The judgment!
The judgment!