Dodge City times., 1889-11-07

nave 0ee ehat light there. MOI guess
again. You say, NY darling little child.
that last summer put away for the
resurrection. think she must have set
that light there in the window No;
guess again. Jesus set il there; and He
will keep it burning until the day We
put our finger on the latch Of the door
and go in to be at home forever. OH!
whom my sight gets black in death, put
on my eyelids that sweet ointment.
When in the last veariness I cannot
take another step, Just help me put nv
foot on that doorsilL When nv ear
catches no more the voices of wife snd
child. let me go right in, to have my
deafness cured by the stroke of the
harpers whose fingers fly over the strings
with the anthems of the free.
Heaven never burns down! The fires
of the last day, that are already kindled
in the heart of the earth, but are hidden
because God keeps down the hatches-
those internal fires will after awhile
break through the crust, and the plains,
and the mountains, and the seas will be
consumed, and the flames will fling their
long arms into the skies; but all the ter
rors of burning world will do no more
harm to that Heavenly temple than the
fires of the setting sun which kindle up
the window glass of the house on yon-
der hill top. Oh. blessed landi But
see the Brooklyn Tabernacle rebuilt.
You say, will it be?" You might as we'll
ask me if the sun will rise tomorrow
morning, or if the next spring will put
garlands on its head. You and I may
not live to see it; but the Church of God
does not stand on two legs nor on q
thousand legs.
How did the Israelites get through the
Red Sea? suppose somebody may have
come and said: There is no need of
trying; you will get your feet wet; you
will spoil your clothes; you will drown
yourselves. Whoever heard of getting
through such sea as that?" How did
they get through it? Did they go back?
No. Did they go to the right? No. Did
they 60 20 tn left? No. They went for
ward in the strength of the Lord Al
mighty; and that is the way We mean to
get through the Red Sea. By going for
ward. But says some one: If we shocld
build a large church, would you be able
with your voice to fill it," Why, have
teen years in trying to keep my voice in.
glories of Christ and the grandeurs Of
Heaven.
Forward! We have to march on,
breaking down all bridges behind us,
making retreat impossible. Throw away
your knapsacks if it impedes your
march. Keep your sword arm free.
Strike for Christ and His Kingdom
while you may. No people ever had q
better mission than you are sent on.
Prove yourselves worthy. If am not
fit to be Iour leader, set me aside. The
brightest goal on earth that can t nix
of is a country parsonage amidst the
mountains. But am not afraid to lead
you. I have some dollars; they are at
your disposal, l have good physical
health; it is yours as long as itoasts. l
have enthusiasm of soul; will not
keep it back from your service. I have
some faith in God, and I will direct it
toward the rebuilding of our new spir-
itual house. Come on, then. l will
lead you.
Come on, ye aged men, not yet passed
over Jordan! Give us one more lift be-
fore you go into the promised land. You
men in middle life, harness all your bus
mess faculties to this enterprise. Young
man, put the fire of your soul into this
work. Let women consecrate their per-
suasiveness and persistence to this
cause, and they will be preparing ue-
dictions for their dying hour and ever:
lasting rewards; and if Satan really did
burn that Tabernacle down, as some
people say he did, he will find it the
poorest job he ever undertook.
Good By, old Tabernacle. put my
fingers to my lip and throw kiss to the
departed church. In the last day, may
We be able to meet the songs there sung,
and the prayers there offered. and the
sermons there preached. Good-by, old
place, where some of us first felt the
Gospel peace and others heard the last
message ere they fed away into the skies!
Good-by, Brooklyn Tabernacle Of 1873!
But welcome our new church. Qsee it
as plainly as though it were alr' tdy
builtD Your gates wider, your 'gs
more triumphant, your ingatherings
more glorious. Rise out of the ashes
and greet our waiting vision! Burst on
our souls. oh day of our church's resur-
rection! By your affairs may we be pre-
pared for the hour when the fire shall
try every mans work of what sort it is.
Welcome, Brooklyn Tabernacle of 1880!