News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1890-11-27


Get ready! Behold the bridegroom
cometh! Go We out to meet him." As
the two professions approach each
other the timbrels strike and the songs
commingle, and then the two process
sions become one, and march toward
the bridegroom's house and meet a
third procession which is made up OF
the friends of both bride and bride
groom. Then all enter the house and
the dance begins, and the door is shut
And all this Christ uses to illustrate
the joy with which the ransomed OF
earth shall meet him VIXEN he comes
garlanded with clouds and robed in
the morning and trumpeted by the
thunders of the last day. Look!
There he comes down off the hills OF
heaven, the bridegroom And let us
start out to hail him, for l hear the
voices of the jpdcshnt day sounding,
.Behold the brdon ON cometh! Go
We out to meet hon And the disap-
pointment of ira t no have declined
the invitatior1Ngd gospel wedding is
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and slEa aiifik {, Penn casts halt t'' as
much as to sd to dasy,eelders, 1T is I'M
jr4H for you tee ESse us climb these
sleeps" On ans.o,nlp over mountain
sides, where in the later season hya-
cinths and daisies and phloxes and ane-
mones kindle their beauty On and
up until on the rocks of black basalt
we dismount, and, climbing to the
highest peak, look out on an enchant-
ment of scenery that seems to be the
beatitudes themselves arched into skies
and rounded into valleys and silvered
into waves.
The view is like that of Tennessee
and North Carolina from the top of
Lookout mountain, or like that of Yer
mont and New Hampshire from the
top of Mount Washington. Hail hills
of GaIilee! Hail Lake Gennesaret
only four miles away! Yonder, clear I'D
and most conspicuous. is Safed, the
very city to which Christ pointed for
Illustration in the sermon preached
here, saying, "A city set on a hill can
not b. hid" There are rocks around
me on this Mount of Beatitudes enough
to build the highest pulpit the world
ever saw. And it is the highest pulpit
1t overlOoks all time and all eternity.
The valley of Hattin between here and
Lake Galilee is an amphitheatre, as
though the natural contour of the
earth had invited all nations to come
and sit down and hear Christ preach
startling novelties than were ever an
,nounced in all the sermons that were
ever preached.
To those who heard him on this very
spot, his word must have seemed the
contradiction of everything that they
had ever heard or read or experienced.
The worlds theory had been: Blessed
are the arrogant; blessed are the su-
percilious; blessed are the fearless;
blessed are they that have everything
their own way; blessed are the war
eagles; blessed are the prosecutors;
blessed are the popular; blessed are
the Herods and the Caesars and the
Ahabs. mo! pol no." SAYS Christ
with a voice that rings over these
rocks, and through yonder valley of
Hattin, and down to the opaline lake
on one side, and the sapphire Med
iterranean on the other, and across
Europe in one way, and across Asia in
the other way, and around the earth
both ways, till the globe shall yet be
girdled with the nine beatitudes:
Blessed are the poor, blessed are the
mournful, blessed are the meek, blessed
are the hungry, blessed are the merci,
full, blessed are the pure. blessed are
the peacemakers, blessed are the perse-
cuted, blessed are the falsely reviled.
THE LAND AND THE BOOK FIT.
Do you see how the Holy Land and
the Holy Book fit each other2 God
with his5left hand built Palestine, and
with his right wrote the Scriptures, the
two hands of the same being; and in
proportion as Palestine is brought I'M
der close inspection the Bible will be
found more glorious and more true.
Mightiest book of the past Mightiest
book of the future! Monarch of all
literature!
The proudest works of genius shall decay,
And reasons brightest iuster fade away.
The sophist's art, the poets boldest flight,
Shall sink in darkness and conclude in night.
But faith triumphant over time shall stand,
Shall grasp the sacred volume in her hand,
Back to its source the heavenly gift convey,
Then in the flood of glory melt away.