The Red Cloud chief., 1889-10-18

mountains Of Bother Jesus comes bound.
! ing to your soul to-day. There is one
passage Of Scripture. every word Of
which is Q heart throb: "Come unto me,
| all ye who are weary aud heavy laden.
and l will give you rest" Then there ID
another passage just as good: Cast thy
burden on the Lord and He will ~sustaia
thee" Oh. there are green pastures
where the heavenly shepherd leads the
wounded and sick Of the flock.
The Son of God stands by the tomb Of
Lazarus and will gloriously breah it open
at the right time. Gennesares can not
toss its waves so high that Christ can not
walk them. The cruise of oil Will
multiply into iilimitabls supply. After
the orchard seems 10 have been robbed Of
all its fruit the Lori has one tree lett full
OF golden and ripe supply. The requiem
may wall with gloom aud with death. but
there cOmeth after aw hi'e a sO"g, a cha1t,
an anthem. n battle maj Oh. q jubilee, a corr
Onation. q. do you not feel the breath OF
Christ's sympathy now. you wounded
ones, You TROUBLED ones: II yOn do not
/ would like to tell you OF the chaJ lain
in the army who was wounded so he Could
not walk, Lut he heard at n distance
among the dying a man wi o said, 20
my God" He said to himself, Il must
help that man though i can't walk"
So he rolled over and rolled through
his own blood and rolled on over many OF
the slain. until he came where this poor
fellow was suffering and he preached to
him the comfort Of the Gospel and with
his wOund he seemed to soO;he that mans
wound 1t was sympathy going out to-
ward an object most necessitious and one
that he cOu,d easily understand. And so
it is with Christ: though wounded al over
II mself, He hears the cry OF our repent.
ance. the cry Of our bereavement, the cry
OF our poverty, the cry Of our wretched-
ness, and He says: IL must go and help
tina. soul, I" and lie rolls over with wounds
in head. wounds in hands, wounds in feet,
toward US, until he comes just where we
are welteriny in our own blood. and He
puts His arm over us-and l see it is a
wounded hand-and rs He throws His
arm over us l hear Him say: Il have
loved thee with an everlasting love-"
Again. we must loOk to Christ as our
final rescue. We can not with these ewes,
however good our sight may be, catch a
glimpse OF the heavenly land for which
our souls long. But l have no more doubt
tina beyond the cold river there is a place
of glory and Of rest than we have that
scross the Atlantic ocean there is another
continent But the heavenly land and
this and sand in mighty contrast.
This is b~arrenneSs and that verdurs
These shallow streams OF earth which 3
thirsty OK might drink iry or a mules
no # trampie into miIe compared with the
bright, crystalline river from under the
throne, On the banks of which r yer tho
armies of Heaven may rest, and into
whose clear food the trees of Life DIP their
branches.
These instruments of earthly mu-ic, so
e,sily racked into disc ,rd, compared with
he harps that thrill " It'll eternal rapture,
and the trumpets that are so musical that
they wake the dead. The - streets along
which We go painting in summers heat Or
shivering in winters cod. and the poor
man carries his burden and the vagrant
asks for aim. and along which shuttle the
feet of pain and want and woe. c impaired
with those streets that sound forever with
the feet of joy and holiness. and those
walls made out of all ma" ner Of precious
stones. the light intershc t with reflect ons
from jasper and chrysolile and topaz and
II OOuyA ~ INV
ch~rysoprasus.
q, the contrast between this world,
where We struggle with temptation that
will not be conquered. and that world
where it is perfect joy. perfect holiness
and perfect rest! SAID q little blind child:
'.Mamma, will ! bs blind in Hs,ven?" 20.
my DEAR" replied the mother. you
won't be blind in Heaven" A little lame
-L:pl III. Nx--~- ~~slI no arnn In
Heaven" NO" she replied, you won't
lam. in Heaven" Why, when
the plainest Christian pilgrim arrives
at the Heavenly gate it opens to
him. and as the ange's come down
to escort him in, and thew spread the
banquet. and they keep festival over
the august arrival. and Jesus comes with
a crown and lays, Wear this" and with
a palm and says: "'Tave This. and points.
to a throne aud says: ''MGont this" Then
hear the newcomers recital OF denver.
soul tells Of the grace that par !
doned and the mercy that saved him. all
the inhs b,tants shout the praise Z 'he'
King. crying: "PraisS Him! Praise
|
Quaint John Buuyan caug0t q gllmpse'
Of that consummatiOn, when he said::
Just as the gates were opened to let in
he man. l looked in after them and be-
hold the CITY shone like the sun; tho
streets were also paved With gold and In
them walked many men with crowns on !
heads and golden harps % sing
pI aises wi,hal. And after that they shut
ap the gates, which, VIXEN l La seenAl
wished myself among them"