West Virginia argus. [volume] (Kingwood, W. Va.) 1877-1946, 1888-03-01

all that oni / am glad that the world Is
dominated I'm the world 50 ruinously In other
days, has for n little time, for little degree
at any rate. relaxed its energies All the
splendors and tho extravaganza Of this world
dyed into your robe and flung over your
shoulder cannot wrap peace around your
heart for single moment. The gayest ward
robe viii utter no voice of coincidence i'm
the day OF trouble and darkness. That
woman IL Rrandly dressed, and only She
who Is wrapped in the robe OF a
Saviours Righteousness The home may
be very humble, the hat may be very plain
the frock may be very coarse; but the halo
OF heaven settles in the room when she wears
10, and the faintest touch OF the resurrection
angel will change that garment into raiment
exceeding white, as no fuller on earth
could whiten IL. / come 10 YOU young
women, to-day. TO say that this world cannot
make you happy 4 know it Is n bright
world, with glorious sunshine, and golden
rivers and fire worked sunset, and bird
orchestra. and the darkest cave has its crys-
tails and the wrathiest wave its foam wreath,
and the coolest midnight its flaming
aurora but God will put out all these
lights with the blast of his own nostrils.
and the glories Of this world will perish i'm
the final confiagration. You will never
be happy until YOU get your sins forgiven
and allow Jesus Christ to take full possession
OF your soul lie will DO your friend in
In every trial He will be your defender i'm
every strait. donot ask you 10 bring, like
Mary. the spices TO the sepulcher of a dead
Christ, but to bring your all TO the feet of
living Jesus. His word is peace. His look
Is love, His hand is help. His touch is life
His smile is Heaven. Oh come, then, in
fiocks and groups Come like the south wind
over banks OF myrrh. Come like tho
morning light tripping over the mountain.
Wreathe all your affections on Christ's brow
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your voices into Christ's song, and let this
Sabbath air rustic with the wings OF reioic-
ing angels, and the towers OF God ring out
the news of souls saved.
This world Its fancied pearl may crave
lis not the pearl for me:
Twill dim its lustre In the grave,
Twill perish In the sea
But there's pearl OF price untold,
Which never can be bought with gold;
Oh. That's the pearl for me.
The snow was very deep, and it was still
falling rapidly. when. in the first year Of my
ministry fastened TO see n young woman
die. IL was n very humble home. She was
an orphan; her father had been shipwrecked
on the banks of Newfoundland. She had
earned her own living. AS / entered the
room | saw nothing attractive. No pictures
No tapestry. Not even a cushioned chair.
The snow on tho window easement was
not whittier than the cheek of that
dying girl. IL was face never to
be forgotten Sweetness and majesty Of
matches beauty and the sculptor who could
have caught the outlines of those features
and frozen them into stone, would have
made himself immortal. With her large
brown eyes she looked camly into the great
eternity. / sat down by her bedside and
said: Now tell me all your troubles and
sorrows. and struggles and doubts" She re-
piled: 81 have no doubts or struggles IL is
all plain to me. Jesus has smoothed the way
for my feet l wish when you go to your
pulpit next Sunday you would tell the young
people that religion will make them happy.
Oh Death where is thy stingl' Mr. Tai
mage, L wonder il this IS not the bliss OF
dying" said: Yes think it must be-
L fingered around the couch The sur
was setting, and her sister lighted candle
She lighted the candle for me Tho dying
girl the dawn of heaven in her face, needed
no candle. l rose TO go, and she said: ~
thank you for coming. Good night. When
we meet again it will be i'm Heaven-in
Heaven! Good night good nightr For her.
1t was good night to tears, good night to pov-
erty, good night TO death; but when the sun
rose again It was good morning. The light
of another day had burst in upon her soul
Good morning! The angels were singing her.
welcome home, and the hand OF Christ was
putt ng upon her brow n garland Good
morning. Her sun rising. Her palm wav
ing. Her spirit exuting before the throne
of God. Good morningi Good morning
The whole lily of poor AIargaret's cheek had
blushed into the rose of ealth immortal. and
the SHOWS through which we carried her to
the country graveyard were symbols of that
robe which she wears so white that no fuller
on earth could whiten it,
Ny sister, my daughter. may your last end
be like hers