The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1889-12-20

mounted the throne Of Russia. - no
| throne ~ Austria was lifted. king.
eternal. immortal" Through she in
diligence o. the royal family the phys
zeal life dcgcnerates. and some Of tho
kings nave been almost imbecilc. and
their bodies weak, and their blood thin
and watery; but the crimson life that
flowed upon Calvary had in Il the health
~ immortal God.
| Tell il now 10 all the earth and to all
| tho heavcns--.jesus. our King. Is sick
| with His last sickness. Let couriers car
~ the swift dispatch. Ills pains arc
worse: lie Is breathing last groan; tho
King y dying; the King is dead. II Il
royal blood. 1t is said that some re-
ligionists make too much 81 the human
ity 81 Christ. ! respond that we mako
too little. III some Roman surgeon,
standing under the cross. had caught one
drop Of the blood on his hand and
analysed il, il would have been found 70
have the same plasma. the same disk,
the same fibrin. the same alhnmen. IL
was Enthusiastically human blood. II
Is a man that hangs there. Ills
ttHt> Nft VI the SAINT ilNt''Elhi
a. ours. His nerves are sensitive
like ours. II il We're an angel be-
ing dcspoilcd would not feel II 80 much.
fsv IL belongs 20 a different order Of be-
ings. But my saviour l. a NAV. and my
whole sympathy Is aroused. ! can
imagine how the spikes felt-how hot
tho temples bprncd-what deathly sick
ness seized the heart-how mountains.
and city. and mob swan away from Ills
ing ~ that cry for help that makes the
blood Of all ages curllc with horror:
MY God. my God, why hast thou for
saken me-" Forever with all these
scenes Of Saviours suffering will this
city be associated. Here IIisunjust trial
and here His death. q. Jerusalem, Jeru-
salem.
But finally am thrilled with the fact
that this city j. symbol Of Heaven
which is only another Jerusalem. Tho
New Jerusalcm"' And this thought has
kindled the Imagination 81 all the sacred
poets. 4 am glad iIoratio Bonar. the
Scotch hymnist. rummagcd among old
manuscripts OF the British Museum I'M
til he found that hymn in ancient spell
in- parts Of which we have in mutilat-
"a form in our modern hymn books but
the quaint power Of which we do not
get in our modern versions:
Iilcrusalem, my happy homei
when shall come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have m end?
Thy ioycs when shall sccs
So. .ta.,,.,t.h ,.,t., 4. .....,, II, 49,.
zoe colde nor dark~ome night;
There cvrrie souie shines a. the sumo,
There God himseife gives light.
The walls are made Of precious stones.
Thy bulwnrks diamonds square:
Thy gates are ~ right orient pearie.
Exceeding richie and rare.
Thy turrettes and thy pinnacles
with carbuncles doe shine:
Thy v~rrIe streets are paved with gould,
Surpas-inge clearc and fine.
Thy houses are Of yvoric.
Thy windows crystal cieare:
Thy tyie> are made Of beaten gould.
q. God. that were there.
Our -wectc is MKT with bitter gaulc.
our pleasure Is but paine;
Our joyes scarce last the lookeing on,
Our sorrows stiile RENAME.
But there they lived in such delight,
such pleasure and such play.
A. that 10 them thousand years n
Doth seem as yesterday.
Thy garden and thy gallant wakes
Continually are greene;
There grow such sweets and pleasant
flowers
A. nowhere else are scene.
There trees for cvcrmorc bcare fruIte
And evcrmore doe syringe.
There evermore the angels sit,
And cvermorc doe SINCE.
Hieru nj m my happy homc'
We; Id sod were in thee
Would sod my woes we're at an ond.
Thy joyes that might see.