The Bottineau pioneer. (Bottineau, N.D.) 1885-1895, 1889-10-31

Edward Payson. Many have rad hia btos.
raphy, not understanding that he was q sick
man, and they thought they were growingin
grace because they were growing like him in
depression Of spirit. There were men ia
copy Cowper, the poet, q glorious man, but
sometimes afflicted with melancholy almost
to insanity. The copyists got Cowper,s
faults, but none OF his virtues.
cures the worst wound. There Ii q LIGHT thnt
will kiudle up the worst darkness. There "a
a harbor from the toughest ocean. Yon
need and may have the Savior's sympathy.
You tannot get on this way. ! see your
trouble is wearing you out body, and mind.
and soul. / come on no fools eirand to-
day. come with o balm that can heal
any wound. Are you sick3 Jesus was
sick. Are you weary? Jesus was weary.
you Jssusa Wasspersecuted.
Are you bereaved2, Did not Jesus weep
over Lazarus? On, yes, like a roe on the
mountains of Bother, census comes bound
ing to your soul today. There u one pas
heart throb: sCome unto me, all W who are
weary and heavy laden nnd I will give you
rest" Then there is another passage just as
good" "Cast thy burden onsthe Lord and
He will sustain thee. Oh, there are green
pastures where the heavenly shepherd leads
the wounded and sick of the Hook
The Son Of God. standsaby the tomb Of Lag
arus and will gloriously break,it open at the
right time. Genesaret cannot toss it's waves
so high that Christ cannot walk them. The
cruise Of oil will multiply Unto anaillimitahle
supply. After the orchard seemssto rave
been robbed Of all it's fruit, the Lord has one
tree left, full of golden and ripe supply. The
requiem may Ewail Yith gloom and with
death; but there cometh after o while asong,
c. ant, an anthem, a battle march, ajubilee,
O coron alton. oh, do you not feel The breath
of Christ's sympathy now, you wounded
ones, you troubled ones? 4fyou do not I
would like to tell you Of the chaplain in the
army who was wounded so he could not
walk, but he heard Q distance among the
dying o man who said: &C. my. Godl" He
said to himself, q must help that man
though l can't walk" "
So he rolled over, and rolled through his
own blood and rolled on over many of the
slain, until he came where, this poor fellow
was suffering and he preached DIT! to az him the
wound he seemed to soothe that mans
wound. 1t was sympathy going Aout to-
wards an object most necessitous, and one
that he could easily understand. And SO it
is with Christ, though wounded oh over him
self, he hears the cry of our repentance, the
cry of our bereavement, the cry OF
Uae s1sss.S' and md h by says: oaI
must go and help that SOUL" 7 and lie rolls
over with wounds in his head, wounds in his
hands. wounds in his feet, toward us, until
he comes just where we are weltering in our
own blood, and he puts his arm over us
and / see it il q wounded arm and it was a
wounded hand-and as he throws his arm
over us I hear him say: II have loved thee
with an everlasting love"
Again, we must look to Christ as our final
rescue. We cannot with these eyes, however
good our sight may be, catch q glimpse Of
the heavenly land for which our souls long.
old river there is q place ofglory and ofrest,
that we have that across the Atlantic
ocean there is another continent. But
the heavenly land and this land stand in
mighty contrast. This is barrenress and
that verdure. These shallow, streams Of
earth which o thirsty OK might drink dry, or
q mules hoof trample into mire, compared
with the bright crystalline river from under
the throne, on the banks Of which river the
armies of heaven may rest. and into who're
clear food the trees of life dip their branches.
These instrument OF earthly music. 70
easily racked into discord, compared with
the harps that thrill with eternal raptures,
and the trumpets that are so musical that
they wake the dead. These streets along
which We go painting in summer, and the poor
carries his burden and the vaGrant asks
for aims. and along which shuttle the feet Of
pain and want and woe, compared with those
streets that sound forever with thesfeet ofioy
and holiness, and those walls madeout Of
all manner OF precious stones, the light inter.
shot with reflections from jasper and chryso-
lite and topaz and sardonyx and beryl and
emerald and c~hrysoprasus.
Oh, the contrast between this world, where
We struggle with temptation that will not be
conquered, and that world where it is perfect
JOY, perfect holiness and perfect restl Said q
little blind child: ".Mamma, will I be blind in
heaven?" "Oh, no, my DEAR replied the
mother, "you won't be blind in .heaven.p
A little anne child said; .Mamma.sRinI be
lame in h~eaven?"t mo-" SsheS replied.
"you won't be lame in heaven" Why,
when the plainest Christian pilgrim arrives
at the heavenly gate it opens to him, and as
the angels come dow to escort him in, and
they spread the banquet and they keep festi-
val over the august arrival and Jesus comes
with a a f psim and aad says says' .., 1Wsa st ts;:'" amid snd
points to o throne and says, Mount this
Then the old citizens of heaven come around
to hear the newcomers recital of deliverence
wrought for him, and as theInewk arrived
soul tells of the grace that pardoned and the
mercy that saved him, MI. the inhnhitants
shout the praissof the King, crying, SPraise
Him! Praise Him!"
Quaint John Bunyan caught a glimpse oil
that consummation when he said: Just as
hesgates were opened to let in the man.
looked in after them, and behold the city
shone like the sun; the streets were also
paved with gold, and in them walked many
men with crowns on their heads, and golden
harps to sing praises withal. And after
that they shut up the gates, which when I
had seen, l wished myself among them"
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