The Penn's Grove record., 1889-07-27

news like that flies like lightning. Iney
will be there in an instant, though they
were IN some other world on errand
from God, a signal would be thrown
that would fetch them. Though you
might at first feel dazed and overawed
at their supernatural ~splendor, all thaf
feeling will be gone at their first ioucn
of heavenly salutation, and we VIII say.
30 my lost boy!" 80 my lost compan-
ION" 80 my lost friend, we are here
together9" What
SCENES IN THAT REcEPTIoN-RooM
of the old homestead have been Witness
edi There met Joseph and Jacob,
finding II a brighter o than any
thing they saw in Pharaoh's palace;
David and the little child for whom he
once tasted and wept; Mary and Lazarus
after the heartbreak of Bethany; limo
thy and grandmother Lois; Isabella
Graham and her sailor son; Alfred and
George Goodman, the mystery OF the
sea at last made manifest; Luther n
Magdalene, the daughter he bemoaned;
John Howard and the prisoners whom
he ~gospelized; and multitudes without
number who, once SO weary n so sad
parted on earth but gloriously met IN
heaven. Among all the rooms OF thai
house there is no one that more enrap-
lures my soul than that reception room.
'In my Fathers house are many
rooms" F
Another room in our Fathers house
is
THE r O ROOM.
We belong to the royal family. The
blood Of King Jesus flows IN u veins,
SO we have o right to enter the throne
room. 1t is no easy thing on earth to
get through even the outside door OF q
kings residence. During the Franco
German war, one eventide in the sum
mer of 1870, I stood studying the exqul-
site sculpturing of the gate of the Tuil-
cries, Paris. Lost in admiration OF the
wonderful art of that gate, l knew not
that l was exciting suspicion. Lower
ing my eyes to the crowds of people, L
found myself being closely inspected by
government officials, who from my
complexion judged me to be a German,
and that for some beligerent purpose 1
might be examining the gates OF h
palace. My explanations in very poor
French did not satisfy them, and they
followed me long distances until l
reached my hotel, and were not satisfied
until from my landlord they found that
/ was only an i~nnofensive American.
The gates of earthly palaces are care
fully guarded, and, if so, how much
more the throne room!
A DAZZLING PLACE
is it for mirrors and all costly art. No
one who ever saw the throne room Of
the first and only Napoleon will eve
forget the letter N embroidered in pur.
pie and gold upon the upholstery of
chair and window, the letter N gilded
on the wall, the letter N chased o the
chalices, the letter N flaming from the
ceiling. What q conAagration of bril-
lance the throne oom of Charles I'M
manuel Of Sardinia, of Ferdinand of
Spain, of Elizabeth of England, of Boni-
face of Italyl But the throne 0 of
our Fathers house hath a glory eclip-
sing all the throne rooms that ever saw
sceptre wave, or crown glitter, or
foreign ambassador bow, for III Fathers
throng is a throne of grace, o throne of
mercy, a throne of holiness, a throne of
Justice, a throne of universal dominion.
We need not stand shivering and COVER
ing before it, for III Father says we
may yet one day come up and sit on it
beside him. ''To him that overcometh
will 1 granite sit with me nmythrone."
You see
WE ARE PRINCES
and princesses. Perhaps now we move
about incognito, as Peter the Great in
the garb Of a ship carpenter at Amster-
dam, or as Queen Tirzah in the dress Of
a pheasant woman seeking the prophet
for her child's cure; but it will be found
out after awhile who we are when we get
into the throne room. Aye! we need
not wait until then, We may by prayer
and song and spiritual uplifting this
moment enter the throne room. o
King, live forever! We touch the
sceptre and PROSTATE ourselves at thy
feeti
The crowns of the royal families of
this world are tossed obout from gener-
alton to generation, and from family to
family. There are children four years
old in Berlin who have seen the crown
on three emperors. But wherever the
coronets of this world rise or fall, they
are destined to meet in one place. And
/ look and see them coming from North
and south and east and west, the Span
ish crown, the Italian crown, the Eng
ligh crown, the Turkish crown, the
Russian crown, the Persian crown, aye,
all the crowns from under the great
archivolt of heaven; and while 1 watch
and wonder, they are all flung in rain
of diamonds around the pierced feet.
Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
Does His successive journeys run,
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore
TIL sun shall rise and set no more.
Oh that throne room of Christ! '.In
my Fathers house are many rooms"
Another room in our Fathers house
THE MUSHROOM,
st. John and other Bible writer's talk so
much about the music of heaven that
there must be music there, perhaps not
such as on earth was thrummed from
trembling string oil evoked by touch of
ivory key, but il not that. then some
thing better. There are SO many Christ
ian harpists and Christian composers
and Christian organists and Christian
choristers and Christian ~hymnologists
that have gone up from earth, there
must be for them some place of especial
d~electation. Shall we have music in this
world of discords. and no music in the
land of complete harmony? 1 cannot
give you the notes of the first bar of the
new song that is sung in heaven, l can
not imagine either the solo OF the dox-
But heaven means music, and
can mean nothing else. Occasionally
that music has escaped the gate. DR..
Fuller dying at Beauford, s. c., said:
"Do yen not hear?" Hear what?''
She bystanders. ''The musicl
Lift me up! Open the windowp' In
that music room of our Fathers's house,
you will some day
MEET THE OLD MASTERS,
Mozart and Handel and Mendelssohn
and Beethoven and Doddridge, whose
sacred poetry was as remarkable as his
sacred prose; and James Montgomery,
and William Cowper, at last got rid Of
his spiritual melancholy; and Bishop
Heber, who sang of ''Greenland's lev
and India's coral strand;h
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