The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-10-14

So be rolled over and rolled through his
own blood. and rolled on over many Of tie
slain, until be came % where this poor
fellow was suffering, and be pYeacned q
him the comfort q the gospel, and with Ils
own wound he seemed % sootbe that MAJ :
wound Il was sympathy going OUT toward
an object mos. nesssslJOus. and one that ne
could eCsily understand And 80 Il l. ~lt1
Christ, thOuga wOu aded all Oyer himself,
he hears the c-y Of our. repentance
the CRY Of or be-eaVeIns-t,
the cry Of our poverty. the cry oil cur
wretchedness, AID he says: Il must 60 an
help that SOUL and be rolls over with
wounds IN head, wounds IN hands, wounds
in fesc, toward Us, until be comes lIst
where We are weltering in our own bl %,
and be puts his arm over u---and ! see u IS
a wounded arm and il Is a wounded hand
and as be throws his arm over Us | hear
him say: Il have loved thee With an ever
listing love-
Again, we must LOOK 10 Chris. as our faAl
rescue. We cannot with these eyes. how
ever good our sight may Be, catch glimpse
Of the heavenly land for which our souls
long. But I have no more doubt that Be-
yond the cold river there is place OF glory
AMI Of rest, than we have that across the
Atlantic ocean there Is another CONT
nent But the heavenly land and
this land stand in mighty contrast Tnis IS
barren ness and that verdure. These shall
low streams Of earth which a thirsty *
might drink dry, or a mules hoof trample
into mire, compared vita the bright. erys-
talline river from der the throne, on the
banks Of which river the armies Of heaven
may rest. aud into whose clear fo9d the
trees Of life dip their branches.
These instrume = Of earthly music, 50
easily rscked into discord, compared With
ths harps that thrill with eternal raptlres,
and the trumpets that are 50 musical that
they wake the dead These streets along
which we 90 painting In sum ner heat or
shivering II winters clld, and the poor man
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 the
feet Of Joy and hsliness, and those walls
made out OF all manner of precious stones,
the light intershot with reflections from
jasper and chrysolite and topaz and sar-
donyx and beryl and emerald and ctryso-
prasuA
o, the contrast between this world, where
We struggle WITH temptation that will not
be go qaered, aid that world where it IS
perfect JOY, perfect holmes and perfect
rest Said little blind child: "Mlmma.
will | be blind in heavenr 30, no. my
dear, replied the mother, you won't bs
blind In heaven" A little lame child said:
" Mamma, will be lame in heaven7" NO"
she replied, "you won't 10 lame in heaven"
Why, when the plainest chris ian pill
grim arrives at the heavenly gate it ope
TO him. aud as the angels come down
to escort him in, and they spread the ban
quet, and they keep festival over the august
arrival, and Jesus comes with crown and
says, "Wear this" and with palm and
says, Wave this, and points to a throne
and says, mount this" Then the old citi-
zens of heaven come around to hear the new
comer's recital of delverance wrought for
him, and as the newly arrived soul tells of
the grace that pardoned, and the mercy that
saved him. all the Inhabitants shout the
praise OF the King, crying, Praise him,
Praise him!n
Quaint John Bunyan caught a glimpse Of
that contamination when he said: Just as
tne gates were opened TO let in the man, |
looked in after them, and behold the city
ssone like the sun; the streets were also
paved With god, and in thsn 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
had seen wished myself among them