The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1889-10-30
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must help that man though l can

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must help that man though l can I
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 fvllcw Was suffering aad ne
preached to him the comfort Of the g"S-
gel, and with his own wound he seemed
to sootne that mans wcnnd. 1t WaS
sympathy going out toward an object
most necessitous and one that he could
easily understand. And so 1t IS with
Christ. though wounded al over linn
self, He hears the cry Of our repentance.
the CRY of our bereavement, the cry OF
our poverty, the cry Of our wretched-
ness, an6 He says: Il must 60 and help
that SOUL and lie rolls over with
wounds in head, wounds in hands,
wounds in feet, toward us. until he
cones Just where we are welterlng IN
our cwn blood. and He puts His arms
over us-and see it is :: wounded arm
and it is wounded hand, and as he
throws His arm over us-l hear lilm
sav: Il have loved thee with an everlast-
ing love"
Again. we must look to Christ as our
final rescue. We can not with these
eyes. however good our sight may be,
catch glimpse of the heavenly land
for which our souls long. But l have
no more doubt that beyond the cold
river there is q place Of glory and OF
rest, than we have that across the At
lantic ocean there Is another continent.
But the heavenly land and this land
stand in mighty contrast. This is bar
renness and that verdure. These shall
low streams of earth which a thirsty OK
might drink dry, or mules hoof tram
pie into mire, compared with the bright
crystalline river 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 discord. compared
with the harps that thrill with eternal
raptures. and the trumpets that are so
musical that they wake the dead. These
streets along which we go painting IN
summer heat or Shivering in winters
cold. and the poor man carries his burden
and the ragrant asks for aims. and along
which shuttle the feet of pain and waEU
and woe, compared with those streets
that sound forever with the feet OF JOY
aad holiness, and those walls made ont
of all manner Of precious stones. the
light intershot with reflections from jas
per and chrysolite and topaz AMI sar-
doryx and beryl and emerald and chry-
Soprasus.
o, the contrast between this world,
where we struggle with temptation that
will not be conquered, and that world
where i: is perfect joy perfect holmes
and perfect rest. Said a little blind
cnild: Mamma, will / be blind III
lieaven~ 20, no, my dear. replied
the mother, you won't be blind in
Heaven 4 little lame chil3 said:
Mamma, will be lame III Heaven?
No" she replied, you wont To lalac
in Heaven" Why. when the piainest
Christian pilgrim arrives at the heaVenl :
rate it opensto him, and as the angels
come down to escort him, and they sprca,d
the banquet. and they keep festival ever
the august arrival, and Jesus comes with
a crown and says, Swear this. and wit!
& palm and says, Wave this. and points
TO throne and says, Mount this
Then the old citizens of Heaven come
around to hear the newcomer $ recital Of
deliverance wrought for him. and as the
newly arrived soul tells Of the grace
that pardoned and the mercy that saved
him. all the inhabitants Shout the praise
of the King, crying, Praise Him. Pral.
Him.
Quaint John Brnyan caught glimpse
of that consummaJion when he said:
".lusv as the gates We're opened to let IN
tie man, looked in after them, and be-
hold the city shone liks 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"