Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-09-29
ter places where he can't go an do works
what He can't take no part in.

ter places where he can't 60 an do works
what He can't take no part in.
A UNIVERSAL DOCTRINE.
As 1 done toll yer. 1 don hol to no church
an no doctrines O. men. But mos people
does; an when yer gifts religion, if yer amt
got hit already, you'll mos likely fine some
sec. Hit all pears to me mems doctrines.
l amt see hit in de Book where Jesus salse
anything bout hit. On Judgment lay, He
done toll us what He's gwine ter ast, not is
yer Baptis', or Methods, or Pistopal? but,
did yer feed de hongry, an clothe de
necked, an visit de sick an de afflicted? So
saise, desc hyare churches an secses
pears to me to be doctrines of men: but if
yer will fine one OF um, fine right. Don't
halt do hit. Don'tlet um persuade yer that
few draps O. water will wash yo' sins
away, z'well as a river full; dey might as
we'll tell yer dat dippin' de cen O. yo' finger
in water will make yer jes' as clean as
washin' de whole body. Neither don't let
um dip yer in puddle, but 90 down in de
runnin' water, so hit will carry yo' sins clar
away frum yer forever.
Then don't set down an fol- yo' hans an
close yo' eyes like so many does. De work
amt done-hit's jes' begun. Yer amt in
70 Fathers house yit, settin' up in one of
hits many mansions-yer has only started
on de road, an hits long an narrer, an
steep. an rough, an often an often dares
crosses along hir instid of mile-posses, an
yer has got to be cruciffed on every one.
Dancin' steps an jig music, churches an
secses an mems doctrines can never tote
yer along hit-but Jesus can. An when at
las de road een's at dat river, so dark an
col, what we's all got to cross, He will be
dare to hol us up an carry us through,
'caise He's promised dat de rivers shall not
overflow US nor de foods drownd us. Then
He'll Ian us right
ON OUR FATHERS HOUSE,
an give us mansion or a room-hit don't
matter which-for I knows dat in hit will
be all de weary soul can want. Jesus will
be dare, an de leaves dat is fur de healin'
O. de nations will be dare, an de water o.
life an de tree O. life will be dare-an' den
hit don't make no diffunce, arter all desc,
whedder dey's golden crowns an harps dare
or not If dey's dare. we'll not miss 'um.
'I don't believe dare's no sea O. glass dare,
'caise hit might hurt our eyes; an no golden
streets-'caise dey might hurt our feet;
nor no throne O. glory-'caise Gawd is Wild
out form or parts, SO He couldn't sit on hit
if hit wuz dare. But we knows dare's no
night dare to skeer US wild hits blackness;
dare's no sun nor moon needer, 'caise Gawd
is hits eternal light; an dare's no temple
dare to be weariness O. de flesh, 'caise we
lives dare in de fulness O. de love o. Jesus;
hits roun' us like walls an roof an floor,
an our prayers and praises rises in hit, not
to de yare, but to de heart O. Jesus, an He
retches down an wild His han'-dat han
pierced wild de soldiers nail-He wipes
away de tears O. sin an sorrer wild which
life has stained our faces, an de tech dries
up de fountain O. dem forever.
In my Fathers house is many mansions.
Why didn't de great preacher tell US bout
de healin' room where Jesus does all dis?
Dare mus be one, 'caise de healin' amt
done in dis worl'. De tears is never dried
up hyare; de pain never quits us hyare; de
sin never tu'ns loose his holt hyare; de
woon's an de bruises an de putrifyin' sores
is never healed hyare.
BALM IN GILEAD.
''Did yer ever have de heart-ache till hit
SEEM as dough hit mus bust through yo'
side? Did yer ever cry fur sin er sorrer till
yo' eyes felt like dey done been beat wild
hammers? Den wouldn't hit feel heaps
better to be cured o. sech aches an soreness
dan to march up. an down, wearin' crowns
an totin' harps-even dough de streets an
harps wuz all pure gold? Well, den, dare
in de healin' room of our Fathers house o.
many rooms-or, if hit amt none, den
som'ers else-Jesus meets up wild de soul
an cures all seeh, fur dares bal in Gilead.
$50 I'll close as begun; ii yer wants ter
git one of de many mansions git religion;
git Jesus in yo' hearts; think Jesus. breathe
Jesus, live Jesus, an dem at last-not
hyare, not now-yer'll git all dat yer wants
an needs. Yer may not have white or red
or purple vikings. like de angels has in
picters; yer may not have golden harps an
crowns an walk on golden streets, an eat
milk an honey-'taint good nohow-but
yer'll be cured; cured of tiredness an pain;
cured of heartache ar sin; cured of partin'
an meetin' to part again-fur all tears shall
be wiped away frum yo' eyes. In de great
temple of eternity, which is de Lawd
Gawd Almighty an de Lam, yer shall 90
in an out in de shinin' light, wild 'sa'ms
an hymns an spiritooal songs, singin' an
maxim melody in yo' heart, fur dey will be
light as fedders wild de risin' power O.
Jesus Gloree! Gloree! Halleluyah for
ever! Amenl CHARLES BRANDON.