Daily Yellowstone journal., 1889-02-10

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quet than anything else. II is COM
pared in the Bible 10 the water, bright,
flashing water; to the morning, rose
ate, hreworked, mountain transfgured
morning. Iwish ! could TO-DAY take all
the Bible expressions about pardon
and peace and life and comfort and
hope and heaven and twist them into
one garland, and put it on the brow
of the humblest child of God in this
assemblage, and cry; Wear il, wear
it now, wear il forever, son of God,
daughter of the Lord God Almighty. q"
Oh, the joy of the new convert Oh,
the gladness of the Christian service /
THE JOYS OF THE CHRISTIAN RELIGION.
You have seen sometimes man in a
religious assembly get up and give his
experience. Well, Paul gave his ex-
perience. He arose in the presence
of two churches, the church ON
earth and the church in heaven. and
he said; Now. this is my experience
'Sorrowful, yet always rejoicing
poor, yet making many rich-having
nothing, yet possessing all things. y
II the people in this house this morn
ing knew the joys of the Christian re-
ligion, they would all pass over into
the kingdom Of God the next mo-
ment. When Daniel Sandeman was
dying of cholera his attendant
said: Have you much painf'
oh" he replied, 'since found the
Lord / have never had any pain ex-
cept sin" Then they said 10 him
Would you like to send message to
your friendsl" ''Yes, / would; tell
them that only last night the love of
Jesus came rushing into my soul like
the surges of the sea, and had to cry
out: Stop, Lord, it is enough; stop,
Lord, enoughv" Oh, the joys Of this
Christian religionl
Just pass over from those tame joys
in which you are indulging-joys Of
this world-into the raptures OF the
Gospel. The world cannot satisfy
you; you have found that out-Alex-
ander longing for other worlds TO
conquer, and yet drowned in his owr
bottle; Byron whipped by Dispute
tudes around the world; Voltaire
cursing his own soul while all the
streets of Paris were applauding him
Henry ii consuming with hatred
against poor Thomas a Becket-all il
lustrations of the fact that this world
cannot make man happy. The very
man who poisoned the pommel Of the
saddle on which Queen Elizabeth rode,
shouted in the street: God save the
queenp One moment the world ap-
plauds and the next moment the
world mathematics. Oh, come over
into this greater joy, this sublime
solace, this magnificent beatitude. The
night after the battle of Shiloh, and
there were thousands of wounded on
the field, and the ambulances had not
come, on Christian soldier lying there
a-dying under the starlight began to
sing:
There is a and Of pure delight,
and when he came to the next line
there were scores of voices uniting:
Where saints immortal reign
The song was caught up all through
the fields among the wounded until il
was said there were at least ten thou
sand wounded men reuniting their
voices as they came to the verse:
There everlasting spring abidcs,
And never withering flowers;
Death like a narrow stream divides
That heavenly land Of ours.
Oh, it is a great religion to live by,
and it is a great religion TO die by.
There is only one heart throb between
you and that religion this morning.
Just look into the face Of your par
doning God, and surrender yourself
for time and for eternity, and he is
yours, and heaven is yours, and all
is yours. Some of you, like the
young man of the text, have
gvne far astray. know not the his
tory, but you know it. you know it.
When a young man went forth into
life, the legend says, his guardian
angel went fortb. with him, and get
ting him into a fed the guardian angel
swept circle clear around where the
young man stood. IL was a circle OF
virtue and honor, and he must moi
step beyond that circle. Armed foes
came down, but were obliged 10 halt
at the circle-they could not pass.
But one day temptress with dia,
monded hand stretched forth and
crossed that circle with the hand,
and the tempted soul took it, and
by that one fell grip was brought
beyond the circle and died. Some
Of you have stepped beyond that circle.
Would you not like this day by the
grace of God TO step backf This, say
To you, is your hour Of salvation.
There was in the closing hours Of
Queen Anne what Is called the clock
scene. Flat down on the pillow in
helpless sickness, she could not move
her head or move her hand. She was
waiting for the hour when the minis
ters of State should gatherin angry con.
test. and, worried and worn out by the
coming hour, and in momentary ab
sence Of the nurse, in the power, the
strange power which delirium some
times gives one, she arose and stood In
front Of the clock, and stood there
watching the clock when tho nurse
returned. The nurse said: dc
you see anything peculiar about that
clockf' She made no answer. but
soon died. There is clock scene In
every history. II some Of you would
rise from tho bed Of lethargy and com,
out from your delirium of nin ant
look on The clock of your destiny TIN
norninD you wouls see aud hcal
sofnttAlliq sou have not seen or L<arl