The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1886-07-15

as he does, fast asleep. within an inch OF
hell. Oh, that he might cry out now:
"Golden Sabbaths, come backl Commun-
ion seasons, come backl Wooings Of the
Holy Ghost, come back" But they will
not come. Gone! gone! gone Sorrow
will come, but not they. Oh, that you
might save the few remaining years of your
life, and consecrate them to Christi have
seen sad sights, have heard sad sounds,
but l tell you the ghastliest thing outside
the gates of the damned is a backslider's
death-bed. Do you not feel like having
applied to your soul this divine restorativeG
Do you not feel like crying out with David,
"Restore unto me the joys Of thy saliva
tion?" For great sin, great pardon; for
deep wounds, omnipotent surgery; for
deaf ears, a divine aurist; for blind eyes, q
heavenly oculist; for the dead in sin, the
upheayal of great resurrection.
But in the heavenly world we shall feel
the chief restorative power Of religion.
This is planet of weeping we are living
on. We enter upon life with cry and
leave it with long sigh. If could gather
up the griefs of this audience and put them
in one sentence and then utter it, it would
make everything between here and the
throne of God shudder and howl. The
earth is gashed deep with graves. AS at
the close of the war, sometimes we saw
regiment of $50 men, the fragments of the
thousand men that went out, so, as stand
before you cannot but realize the fact
that you are the fragments representing
hundreds Of regiments of joyful assocla-
tions that have been broken up forever
Oh! this is world Of sorrow. But, blessed
be God! there will be no sorrow in heaven.
The undertaken will have to have some
other business there. In the summer
time our cities have bills of mortality
which are rightful-sometimes In New
York a thousand deaths in week; some
times it has been two thousand in London;
but in that great heavenly city there will
not be a single case of sickness or death;
not one black dress of mourning, but
plenty of white robes of joy; hand shaking
of welcome, but none of separa-
ton. Why, if one trouble should
attempt to enter heaven, the shining police
of the city would put = under everlasting
arrest If all the sorrows of life, mailed
and sworded under Apollyon, should at
tempt to force that gate, one company from
the tower would strike them back bowling
to the pit. Room in heaven for all the
raptures that ever knocked at the gate, but
no room IOr lne SMALLEST duuOJ anOoJ
though slight as summer insect. Dox-
ology, but no dirge. Banqueting, but no
"funeral baked meats"
No darkness at all; no grief at all; no
sickness at all; no death at all. A soul
waking up in that place will say: "Can il
be that | am here? Will my head never
ache againP Shall l never stumble over O
grave againp Will never say gOod-by to
loved ones again? Can it be possible thaA
the stream is passed, that the bank IA
gained, that the glory is begun2 Show me
Jesus that I may kiss His feet" When
the clock of Christian suffering is run
down, it will never be wound up again.
Amid the vineyards of the heavenly En-
gedi, that will be restoration without any
relapse. That will be day without any
succeeding night. That will be "Tha
Saints Everlasting Rest!"