Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-10-14

own blood and rolled on over many OF the
slain, until he came where this poor fellow
was suffering, and be preached to him the
comfort of the gospel, and with his own
wound he seemed to soothe that mans
wound. 1t was sympathy going out toward
an object most necessitous, and one that he
could easily understand. And so it is with
Christ, though wounded all over Himself,
He hears the cry of our repentance, the cry
of our bereavement, the cry of our poverty,
the cry of our wretchedness, and He says:
81 must 60 and help that soul, and He
rolls over with wounds in head, wounds in
hands, wounds in feet, toward us, until He
comes just where we are weltering in our
own blood, and He puts His arm over us
and see it is wounded arm and it is a
wounded hand.-and as He throws His arm
over us 1 hear Him say: 81 have loved
thee with an everlasting love-"
Again, we must look to Christ as our final
rescue. We cannot with these eyes, how
ever good our sight may be, catch glimpse
of the heavenly land for which our souls
long. But have no more doubt that be-
yond the cold river there is place of glory
and of rest, than we have that across the
Atlantic Ocean there is another continent.
But the heavenly land and this land stand
in mighty contrast. This is barrenness and
that verdure. These shallow streams of
earth which a thirsty OK might drink dry,
or mules hoof trample into mire. COM
pared with the bright, crystalline river from
under the throne on the banks of which
river the armies of heaven may rest, and
into whose clear flood the trees of life dip
their branches.
These instruments of earthly music, so
easily racked into discoid, compared with
the harps that thrill with eternal raptures,
and the trumpets that are SO musical that
they wake the dead.
DRAW THE CONTRAST.
These streets along which we 90 painting
in summer heat or shivering in winters
cold, and the poor man carries his burden
and the vagrant asks for aims, and along
which shuttle the feet of pain and want and
woe, compared with those streets that sound
forever with the feet of joy and holiness, and
those walls made out OF all manner of
precious stones, the light intershot with re-
Elections from jasper and chrysolite and
topaz and sardonyx and beryl and emerald
and chrysoprasus.
Oh, 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 restl Said little blind child:
Mamma, will be blind in heaven?" "Oh,
no, my DEAR" replied the mother, 'you
won't be blind in heaven" A little lame
child said: Mamma, will be lame in
heaven?" "No," she replied, "you won't
be lame in heaven" Why, when the
plainest Christian pilgrim arrives at the
heavenly gate it opens to him, and as the
angels come down to escort him in, and
they spread the banquet, and they keep
festival over the august arrival, and Jesus
comes with crown and says, "Wear this"
and with a palm and says, "Wave this"
and points to a throne and says, "Mount
this Then the old citizens OF heaven
come around 10 hear the newcomers recital
of deliverance wrought for him, and as
the newly arrived soul tells of the grace
that parooned and the mercy that saved
him, all the inhabitants shout the praise of
the King, crying: "Praise Him! Praise
HIM.
Quaint John Bunyan caught glimpse
of that consummation when he said: "Just
as the gates were opened to let in the man,
looked in after them, and behold the city
shone like the sun; the streets were also
paved with gold, and in them walked many
men with crowns on their heads, and golden
harps to sing praises withal. And after that
they shut up the gates, which when had
seen wished myself among them"