Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-10-21

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walk 500 years in that land and never see
tear or hear sigh. They tell me that our
friends who have lett us and gone there,
their feet are radiant as the sun; that they
take hold of the hand of Jesus Familiarity,
and that they open that hand and see in the
palm OF it healed wound that must have
been very cruel before it was healed. And
they tell me that there is no winter there,
and that they never get hungry or cold, and
that the sewing girl never wades through
the snow bank to her daily toll, and that
the clock never strikes II for the night, but
only II for the day.
who set it there. "Ohp' you say, "my
father that went into glory must have set
that light in the window" No; guess
| again. my mother, who died 10 years ago
in Jesus, think must have set that light
there"
WHO SET IT THERE?
No; guess again. You say, 'My darling
little child, that last summer put away for
tie feeuTrecti6n, think she must have set
THAI Aghtt tHsre in the window" No;guess
again. Jesus set it 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. Obi when my sight gets
black in death, put on my eyelids that sweet
ointment. When in the last WEAKNESS
cannot take another step, just help me put
my foot on that doorsill. When my ear
catches no more the voices of wife and 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 while, break through the
crust and the plains and the mountains and
she seas will be consumed, and the flames
will fling their long arms into tine skies; but
all the terrors of a 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 yonder hill
top. Oh, blessed land : But do not want
to go there until 1 see the BROOKLYN Taber-
nacle rebuilt You say, "Will it be?" You
might as we'll ask me if the sun will rise to-
morrow morning, or if the next spring will
put garlands on its head. You and 1 may
not do it-you and l may not live to see it;
but the Church of God does not stand on
two legs nor on thousand legs.
MoDULATIoN WEARS HIM OUT.
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 1t?
Did they 90 back? No. Did they go to the
right? No. Did they 60 to the left? No.
They went forward in the strength of the
Lord Almighty; and that is the way we
mean to get through the Red Sea. By going
forward. But, says someone: "If we should
build larger church, would you be able
with your voice to fill it?" Why, have
been wearing myself out for the last is years
in trying to keep my voice in. Give me
room where I can preach the glories of
Christ and the grandeurs of heaven.
Forward! We have to march on, break
ing down all bridges behind us, making re-
sack it it impedes your march. Keep your
sword arm free. Strike for Christ and His
kingdom while you may. No people ever
had better mission than you are sent on.
Prove yourselves worthy. fl am not fit to
be your leader, set me aside. The brightest |
goal on earth that 1 can think of is a coun-
try parsonage amid the mountains. But 1 |
am not afraid to lead you. I have some |
dollars; they are at your disposal. have |
good physical health; it is yours as long as
it lasts. 1 have enthusiasm or soul; / will |
not keep it back from your service. have |
some faith in God, and 1 shall direct it to- |
ward the rebuilding of our new spiritual |
house. Come on, then. I will lead you.
BAD JOB FOR SATAN.
Come on, We aged men, not yet passed |
over Jordan! Give us one more lift before |
you go into the promised land. You men |
in middle life, harness your business facul- |
ties to this enterprise. Young man, put the
fire of your soul into this work. Let etwomen
consecrate their persuasiveness and per-
sistence to this cause, and they will be pre-
pairing benedictions for their dying hour
and everlasting rewards; and ifSatan really
burn that Tabernacle down, as some people
say he did, be will find it the poorest job he
ever undertook.
Goodby, old Tabernacle! put mT 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.
Goodby, old place, where some of US first
felt the Gospel peace, and others heard the
last message ere they flew away into the
skies! Goodby, Brooklyn Tabernacle of
1873! But welcome our new church. q
see it as plainly as though it were already
builtD Your gates wider, your songs
more triumphant, your ingatherings more
glorious Rise out of the ashes and greet
our waiting visionl Burst on our souls, oh
day of our church's resurrection By our
affairs may we be prepared for the hour
when the fire shall try every mans work of
what sort he is. Welcome, Brooklyn To ber-
nacle OF 1890!