Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1888-12-22

Il know 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 and | shall conquer death;
lie lives, my mansion to prepare;
DE lives to bring me safely there.
she lives, all glory to His name;
He lives, my Jesus, still the same:
Oh, the sweet Joy this sentence gives;
know that my redeemer hves."
WE HAL SEE OUR DEPARTED FRIENDS.
think that the Kings wagons will
take us up tC see our lost friends. Jacobs
chief anticipation was not seeing the
Nile, nor of seeing the long colonades of
architectural beauty, nor OF seeing the
throne room There was a focus to all his
~journeyings, to all his anticipations; and
that was Joseph. Well, my friends, | do
not think heaven would he worth much
If u brother Jesus was not there. If
there were two heavens, the one with all
the pomp and paraphernalia of an eternal
monarchy, but no Christ, and the other
where a plain heaven, humbly matched,
with a few daisies in the yard, and Christ
were there, | would say: Let the
Kings wagons take me up to the old
farm house"
If Jesus were not in heaven there
would be no music there; there would be
but few people there; they would be off
looking for the lost Christ, crying through
the universe: where is Jesus? Where
is Jcsus2" and after they had found
him, with loving violence they would
take him and bear him through the gates;
and it would be the greatest day known
in heaven within the memory Of the old
est inhabitant. Jesus went OH from
heaven but once, and he was SO badly
treated on that excursion they will never
let him go again.
Oh, the JOY of seeing our brother,
Joseph.Jesus, After we have talked
about him for ten, or fifty, or seventy
years, to talk with him, and to clasp
hands with the hero of the ages; not
crouching as underlings in his presence,
but, as Jacob and Joseph, hug each other.
We will want some new term by which
to address him. On earth We call him
Saviour, or Redeemer, or friend; but
when we throw our arms around him in
everlasting embrace, we will want some
new term Of endearment. | can think Of
what we shall do through the long ages
of eternity; but what we shall do the
first minute ! cannot guess. In the first
flash Of his cOuntenance, in the first rush
of our emotions, what we shall do | m
not imagine. Oh the overwhelming
glory of the first sixty seconds in heaven.
Methinks we will just stand, and look
and look and look.
THE KINGS WAGONS
took Jacob up to see his lost boy, and so
rna1Iu thtnly tho+ tIo Einr'u ,youAnu
will take us up to see our lost kindred.
How long is it since Joseph went out of
your household? How many years is it
now last Christmas, or the 18th of next
month? 1t was a dark night when he
died, and a stormy day it was at the
burial; and the clouds wept with you,
and the winds sighed for the dead. The
bell at Greenwood's gate rang only a
few moments, but your heart has been
tolling, tOiling, ever since. You have
been under a delusion, like Jacob Of old.
You have thought that Joseph was dead.
You put hisname first in the birth-record
Of the family Bible, and then you put it
in the death record of the family Bible,
and you have been deceived. Joseph is
yet alive. He is more alive than you
are. Of all the sixteen thousand millions
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into the future world, there is not one of
them dead, and the Kings wagons will
take you up to see them. You often
think how glad you will be to see them.
Have you never thought, my brother, my
sister, how glad they will be to see you?
Jacob was no more glad to see Joseph
than Joseph was to see Jacob. Every
time the door in heaven opens, they look
to see if it is you coming in. Joseph,
once standing in the palace, burst out
crying when he thought of Jacob-afar
off. And the heaven Of your little ones
will not be fairly begun until you get
there. All the kindness shown them by
immortals will not make them forget you.
There they are, the radiant throngs that
went out from your home | throw a
kiss to the sweet darlings. They are all
well now in the palace. The crippled
child has a sound foot now. A little
lame child says MA. will | be sick in
h~eaven?" mo, my dear, you went be
sick ia heaven A little blind child
says: Ma, will l be blind in heaven?"
mo, my dear, you won't be blind in
heaven" They are all well there.
HOMEwARD BOUND.
In my boyhood, for some time we lived
three miles from church, and on stormy
days the children staid at home, but
father and mother always went to church
that was a habit they had. On those
stormy days when we staid at home, the
absence of our parents seemed very much
%protracted; for the roads were very bad
and they could not get on very fast. Sc
we would go to the window at IL o'clock
and see if they were coming, and then
we would 60 at half past IL to see if they
were coming. and at a quarter TO 1. and
then at 1 o'clock. After awhile, Mary,
or David, or Dewitt would shout: THE
Wagons Coming and then we would
see il winding cut of the woods. and over
the brook, and through the lane, and up
in front of thee old farm house; and then
we would rush out, leaving the doors
wide open, with many things to tell them,
asking them many questions. Well, my
dear brethren, | think we are many of us
in the kings wagons, and We are on the
way home. The road is very bad, and
we get on slowly; but after awhile we
will come winding out Of the woods, and
through the brook Of death, and up in
front of the old heavenly homestead; and
our departed kindred, who have been
waiting and watching for US, will rush
out through the doors and over the town,
crying: ''The wagons are coming! The
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