Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1889-12-20

tue Second, and Henry the Third, ana Henry
the Fourth, and Henry the Fifth. In France
the name of Louis was SO favorably regarded
that it was Louis the First, Louis the Second,
Louis the Third, and so on. But the King who
walked these streets was Christ the
First Christ the Last and Christ the
Only. He reigned before the Car mounted
the throne Of Russia, OF the throne of Aus
tria was lifted, king eternal immortal
Through the indulgences Of the royal family,
the physical life degenerates, and some OF
the Kings have been almost imbecile, and
their bodies weak, and their blood thin and
Yatery; but the crimson life that flowed upon
Calvary had in it the health of immortal
God
Tell it now to all the es2th and to all the
heavens-Jesus, our King, is sick with His
last sickness. Let couriers carry the swift
dispatch His pains are worse; He is breath
ing last groan; through His body quivers
the last anguish; the King is dying; the King
is dead 1t is royal blood. 1t is said that some
religionsts make too much OF the humanity
of Christ. | respond that we make too lit
tie. If some Roman surgeon, standing un-
der the cross had caught one drop Of the
would have been found to have the
same plasma, the same disk, the same fibrin,
the same albumen. 1t was unmistakably
human blood. 1t is a man that hangs there
His bones are of the same material as ours
His nerves are sensitive like ours. If it were
an angel being despoiled | would not feel it
so much for it belongs to different order
of beings But my Saviour is a man,
and my whole sympathy is aroused.
| can imagine how the spikes felt--how
hot the temples burned--what deathly
sickness seized His heart--how mount
ain. and city, and mob swan away from His
dying vision something of the meaning OF
that cry for help that makes the blood of all
the ages curdle with horror My God! my
God why hast Thou forsaken me?"
Forever with all these scenes OF a Saviours
suffering viii this city be associated. Here
His unjust trial and hers His death. Oh, Je-
rusalem, Jerusalem,
But finally am thrilled with the fact that
this city is a symbol OF heaven which is only
another Jerusalem. "Tbe New Jerusalem~
And this thought has kinded the imagina,
ton of all the sacred poets. l am glad that
Horatio Bonar, the Scotch hymnist rum.
hsged among old manuscripts OF the British
museum until he found that hymn in ancient
spelling, parts of which we have il mutilated
form in our modern hymn books, but the
quaint power of which we do not get in ON
modern versions:
HieruSacm, my happie home,
When shall come to thee?
When shall my sorrowes have an end,
Thy joyes when shall see?
Noe dampish mist is scene in thee,
Noe code nor darksome night
There ovcric sou,e shines as the sunne.
There God Himsefe gives light.
Thy walls are made of precious stones,
Thy bulwarkes damondes square;
Thy gates are of right orient pearle,
E7ceedin. richie and rare.
Thy turrettes and thy pinnacles
With earbuncles doe shine;
Thy verrie streets are paved with gould,
Surprising clear and dne,
Thy houses ere of yvorie
Thy windows crystal cleare;
Thy tyles are made of beaten gould,
. God that were there.
Our sweete is mkt with bitter gaule.
Our pleasure is but paine;
Our ioyes scarce last the lookeing on,
Our sorrows stille RENAME.
But there they live in such delight.
Such pleasure end such play,
As thstto them thousand yeares
Doth seme as yesterday.
Thy gardens and thy gallant wakes
Continually are greene;
There grow such sweete and pleasant howert
As no where else are scene.
There trees forevermore bear fruite
And evcrmoro doe springe
There evermore the angels sit
And evcrmorc doe singe.
nleluSaleln! my llapplo nome!
Would God wera in theei
Would Goa my woes were at an end,
Thy ioyes that might seel