Sharp County record., 1888-01-26

osting wears to have neither acne, nor
main. nor weakness, nor tatlgue' nS
10Th not seen if, ear hath not heard IT,"
81 remark, further that we can' IN Vnls
world, get no just idea of the spiehuUra u
Heaven. John tries to describe 'nell'
He saws: "the twelve gates are tWei'e
nearls y and that "the foundations Oh Cne
wall are garnished with all manner OIL
nrecious stones" As we stand looKln9
through the telescope of ST. John we see
blaze of amethyst, and pearl, and emer,
aid, and sardonyx, and chrysoprasus' anu
sapphire, a mountain of light, cataract
of color, sea of glass, and city IKE the
sun.
John bids us look again, and we see
thrones; thrones of the prophets, tnroneS
of the patriarchs, thrones OF the angus,
thrones of the apostles, thrones Oh INC
martyrs, throne of Jesus-throne OF you.
And we turn round to see the glory anu
it is thrones thrones thrones
John bids us look again and we see Vne
great procession of theredeemed paSSIng'
Jesus. on a white horse, leads the march,
and all the armies of Heaven following OIL
white horses. Infinite cavalcade passing,
passing; empires pressing into line, ages
folIowing ages DspensatiOn trampng
on after dispensaton. Glory IN the traoH
of glory. Europe, Asia, Africa, North anu
South America pressing into lines Islands
Of the sea shoulder to shoulder. Genera
tions before the flood following genera
tions after the flood, and as Jesus rises
at the head of that great host and waves
his sword in signal Of victory, all
crowns are lifted, and all ensigns huhg
out, and all chimes rung, and ali maize
luiahs chanted, and some cry, "Glory 10
God, most high" and some, "Hosanna 10
the son of David" and some, "Worthy is
the Lamb that was slain"-till all ex-
clamation of endearment and homage IN
the vocabulary of Heaven are exhausted,
and there comes up surge AFTER surge ol
"Amen, amen, and amen"
''Eve hath not seen it, ear hath not
heard it," Skim from the summer waters
the brightest sparkles, and you VIII geC
no idea of the sheen of the everlasting
sea, Pile up the splendors of earthly
cities and they would not make q
stepping stone by which you might
mount to the city of God. Every house
is a palace. Every step triumph Every
covering of the head coronation. Every
meal is banquet. Every stroke from
the tower is a wedding bell. Every day
| is a Jubilee every hour rapture, ana
every moment an ecstacy Eye hath
not seen it, ear hath not heard it."
Iremark further, we can get no idea on
earth of the reunions Of Heaven, II you
have ever been acros the seas and met
friend, or even an acquaintance, in some
strange CITY, you remember how your
blood thrilled and how glad you were to
see him. What will be our joys, after we
have passed the seas Of death to meet IN
the bright city of the sun those from
whom we have long been separated.
After we have been away from our
friends ten or fifteen years, and we
come upon them, we see how differently
thew look. Their hair has turned. and
wrinkles have come in their faces, and
we saw: "How you have changedW But
oh, when we stand before the throne, al
| cares gone from the face, all marks OF
sorrow disappeared, and feeling the JOY
| of the blessed land, methinkS we will say
to each other, with an exultation we car
not now imagine: "How you have
changedw In this world we only NEE
in part 1t is goodbye, goodbye Fare
wells floating in the air. We hear it a
the rail- car window and at the steamboa
wharf-good-b Children lisp it, ant
old age answers it. Sometimes we say il
in n light way-''good- and some
times with anguish. in which the sou
breaks down. Goodbye! All! that il
the word that ends the Thanksgiving ban
ouet: that is the word that comes in t.
close the Christmas chant. Goodbye
goodbye.
But not so in Heaven. Welcomes in tn
air, welcomes at the gates, welcomes
the house of many mansions-but no good
by. That group is constantly being aug
mented. They are going up from our cir
ces of earth to join it, little voices t
ioin the anthem--ittle hands to take hol'
in the great home circle, little feet
dance in the eternal glee, little crowns
be cast down before the feet of Jesus
|
this side of the river, and q group on tn
other side of the river. Now there goe
one from this to that, and another fror
this to that and soon we will a.
be gone over. How many of your love-
ones have already entered upon tha
blessed place. If l should take pape
and pencil, do you think | coul
put them all down? All, my friends, tn
waves of Jordan roar SO hoarSoly we cal
not hear the joy on the other side whe
that group is augmented. 1t is grave
here. and collins and hearses here. .
little child's mother had died, and the
comforted her. They said "Your mothe
has gone to Heaven-don't cry;" and, th
next day, they went to the graveyard
and they laid the body of the mothe
{ down into the ground; and the little gil
| came up to the verge of the grave, ant
looking down at the body of the mothe,
, said: SIS this Heavenw Oh, we have u
idea what Heaven is. 1t is the grav
here-it is darkness here-but there
, merry-making yonder. Methinks whe
| a soul arrives some angel takes
' around to show it the wonders of tha
blessed place. The usher angel says
. the newly arrived: "These are the martyr
+ that perished at Piedmont; these wei
| torn to pieces at the inquisition; this
1 the throne of the great Jehovah; this
< Jesus" 81 am going to see Jesus" sal
3 a dying boy; 81 am going to see Jesus.
| The missionary said: "You are sure yc
| will see him?" "Oh! yes; that's what
: want to go to Heaven for" "But," sal
tbo ,v,is,ioporv s'cunnose JaSuS ShonId O