Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1888-12-21

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the old shepherd has come. In the
dignity and rusticity-the graceful
ness Of the court and the plain manners
OF the field. The king, wanting to make
the old countryman at ease. and seeing
how white his beard is, and how feeble
his step, looks familiarly into his face,
and says to the aged man: How old
art thou?" Give the old man q seat.
Unload the wagons; drive thu cattle to-
ward the pastures of Goshen. Let the
slaves in scarlet kneel and wash the feet
of the newly arrived, wiping them on
the finest linen of the palace. From
vases of perfume let the newly arrived
be sprinkled and refreshed; let min
strels come in with sandals of crimson,
and thrum the harps, and clap the Gym
balls. and jingle the tambourines, while
We sit down, at this great distance of
time and space, and learn the lesson of
the kings wagons.
My friends, we are in world by sin
famine struck; but the King is in con-
slant communication with US, his wagons
the rest Of my discourse 1 will show you
what the wagons bring and what they
take back.
In the first place, like those that came
from the Egyptian Palace, the Kings
wagon now bring ue corn and meat, and
many changes Of raiment. We are apt
to think of the fields and the orchard rs
feeding us; but who makes the flax gov
for the linen, and the wheat for the
bread, and the wool on the sleeps back?
Oh, 1 wish We could see through every
grain field, by every sheepfold, under
the trees of every orchard, the Kings
wagons. They driye up three times a
day-morning, noon, and night. They
bring furs from the Arctic, they bring
fruits from the tropic, they bring bread
from the temperate zone. The King
looks out, and he says: There are to
be twelve hundred millions of people to
be fed and clothed. So many pounds of
yards of cloth and linen and flannel, SO
many hats, SO many socks, so many
Shoes" enough for all, save that we who
are greedy get more shoes than belong
to US, and others go barefooted. None
but God could feed and clothe the
world. None but kings corn-crib
could appease the worlds famine. None
but king could tell how many wagons
to send, and how heavily to load them,
and when they are to start. They are
coming over the frozen ground to-day.
Do you not hear their rumbling? They
will stop at noon at your table. Oh, if
for little while they should cease,
hunger would come into the nations, as
to Utica when Hamilcar besieged it, and
as in Jerusalem when Vespasian sur
rounded it; and the nations would be
hollow-eyed, and fall upon each other
in universal cannibalism; and skeleton
would drop upon skeleton; and there
would be no one to bury the dead; and
the earth would be a field of bleached
skeletons; and the birds of prey would
fall dead, flock after flock, without any
silence would wheel around, one great
black hearse! All life stopped because
the King wagons are stopped. Oh, thank
God for bread-for bread!
JACOB HEARS GOOD NEWS.
remark again, that like those that
came from the Egyptian palace, the
Jacob had not heard from his boy for
great many years. He never thought of
him but with a heartache. There was in
Jacobs heart room where lay the
corpse of his unburried Joseph; and
when the wagons came, the Kings wag-
ons, and told him that Joseph was yet
alive, he faints dead away. Good news
for Jacob! Good news for US! The
King wagons come down and tell us
that our Joseph-Jesus is yet alive; that
He has forgiven us because we threw
Him into the pit of suffering and the
dungeon of shame. He has risen from
thence to stand in q palace. The Beth
lehem she pherds were awakened at
midnight by the rattling Of the wagons
that brought the tidings. Our Joseph
Jesus sends US message of pardon, Of
life, of Heaven; corn for our hunger,
Jesus is still alive.
village of Bethany. and say: Where
does Mary live?" They say: "Yonder
Mary lives" I go in. 1 see where she
sat in the sitting room. l go out where
Martha worked in the kitchen, but find
no Jesus. go into Pilates court room,
and find the judges and the police and
the prisoners box, but no Jesus. go
into the Arimathean cemetery; but the
door is gone, and the shroud is gone.
BY faith look up to the Kings palace,
aud behold have found him! Joseph
Jesus is still alive! Glorious, religion,
religion made not out Of deaths heads,
and cross bones, and undertaker's screw
driver, but one bounding with life, and
sympathy, and gladness. Joseph is yet
alive!
know that my Redeemer lives;
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, He lives, who once was dead;
He lives, my ever living Head!
He lives to grant me daily breath.
He lives, aud shall conquer death;
He lives my mansion to prepare,
He lives to bring me safely there.
He lives, all glory to his name;
He lives, my Jesus still the same;
Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives,
know that my Redecmer ivesl
The Kings wagons will after a while
unload, and they will turn around and
they will go back to the palace, and !
really tn ink that you and I will go with
them. The King will not leave us in
this famine struck world. The King
has ordered that we be lifted into the
wagons, and that we go over into
Goshen, where there shall be pasturage
for our largest flock of JOY, and then we
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