Fort Worth weekly gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1889-09-19

Lord Jesus Christ to rescue them. II
you are not willing to go forth yourself
then give of your means; and if you are
too lazy to go, and if you are too
stingy to help, then get out of the wav
aud hide yourself in the dens and caves
of the earth, lest when Christ s chariot
comes along, the horses hoofs trample
you in the mire. Beware lest the
thousands of the destitute of your city &,
in the last great day, rise up and curse
your stupidity and your neglect Ona
cold, winter day as d Christian man
was going along the Battery in
New York, he saw little girl
seated at the gate, shivering in
the cold. He said TO her: My child +,
what do you sit there for this cold day?'
ooh, - she replied, ~ am waiting-I
am waiting for somebody to come and
take care Of me - ''Whv!'' said the
man. "what makes you think anybody
will come and take care of you?''
ooh. - she said, ''my mother died last
week and I was crying very much, and
she said: Don t cry, my dear; though
l am going and your father is gone. the
Lord will send somebody to take care of
YOU. My mother never told a lie; she
said some one would come and take care
of me, and L am waiting for them to
come. y O, yes, they are waiting for
you. Men of great hearts gather them
III, gather them in 1t is not the will
of your Heavenly Father that one of
these little ones should perish.
EVER FORWARD!
Lastly, the street impresses me with
the fact that all the people are looking
forward. l see expectancy written on
almost every face | meet between here
and Brooklyn bridge or walking the
whole length of Broadway Where you
find 1000 people walking straight on, you
only find one stopping and looking
back. The fact is, God made us all to
look ahead, because we are immortal.
In this tramp of the multitude
on our streets [ hear the tramp of a great
host marching and marching for eterni-
ty. Beyond the office, the, store, the
shop, the street, there is
world, populous and tremendous.
Through God g grace may you
reach that blessed place A
great throng fills those bOuleyards, and
the streets are a-rush with the chariots
of conquerors. The inhabitants go up
and down, but they never weep and they
never toll. A river flows through that
city, with rounded and luxurious banks,
and trees of life laden with everlasting
fruitage bend their branches to dip the
crystal. No plumed hearse rattles over
that pavement, for they are never sick.
With Immortal health glowing in every
vein they know not how TO die. Those
towers of strength, those palaces of
beauty, CLEAN IN the light of a sun that
never sets. oh, heaven, beautiful
heaven! Heaven where our friends are.
They take no census in that city, for it is
inhabited by g d multitude which no man
can mum ber' Rank above rank Host
above host. Gallery above gallery,
sweeping all around the heavens.
Thousands of thousands. Millions
Of millions. Blessed are they who enter
III through the gate into the city. oh.
start for it to-day. Through the blood
of the great sacrifice of the Son of God,
take up your march to heaven. !'The
spirit AND the bride say come and whose
ever will, let him come and take Of the
water of life freely. - Join this great
throng marching heavenward. All the
doors OF invitation are open. land l
saw twelve gates, and they were twelve
pearls -