The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1890-02-27

thnk that the scarlet line at all inter
iefed with the view of the laOdsCape
tho assuranceiE gave OF safety must
nave added to the beauty of the coun-
try. To-day, my friends, we sit in the
wludow OF earthly prospects, and we
look OIL towards the hills OF heaven and
the landscape or eternal beauty. God
has opened the window for us, aud we
look out. We now only get dim out
line OF the inhabitants. We now only
here and there catch note of the ex.
quisite harmony.
But blessed be God for this scarlet
line in the window. That tells me that
the blood of Christ bought that home
Tor my soul, and l shall go there when
my work is done. Aud as | put nv
hand on that scarlet line, everything in
the future brighteus. Ny eyesight gets
better, and tho robes Of the viCkors are
more lustrous, and our loved ones who
went away some time agu-they do not
stand any more with their backs to us.
but their faces are this way aud their
voices drop through this Sabbath air,
saying with all tenderness and sweetness ::
Como Come! Come!" And the
chila that you think nf only MS buried
why, there she is, and it is MAY day in
heaven aod they gather the amar0nth,
and they pluck the Lilies, and they twist
them into garland for her brow. and
she Is one Of the May queens Of heaven.
", 90 you think they could see our way
ing to'day3 1t Is quite pleasant dny,
pretty clear, and not many clouds in the
Skyr wonder if they can see us from
that good land? | think they can. If
from TINS window Of earthly prospects
We can almost sec them, from their tow
ers OF light think they eau fully see us.
AND 81 ware :hcm the glory, and
vi &c neh \ JcJ. A:l say: Hare
y Il g. Through wtn ali ,yOur Ifcublcs?"
ana their voices answer: "GOd hath
wiped away all tears from Our eyes"
say: 'Is 1t as grand up there as YOU
thought it would bc?" au1 the voices
answer: Eye hath not seen nor ear
heard, neithCr hath it entered into the
heart OF man, the things which GOD hath
prepared for those who love him. /
say: DO you have any more struggle
Tor brcadI" and they answer: "Wc nun
ger no more, we thirst no more" And
L say: 'HaVc you been out to the Gem
etcry Of the golden city2' and they au-
swcr: "Thcre is no death here" And
llook out through the heavens, and |
say: "Whcrc do you get your light
Tor nights. and what do YOU burn in
the tcmplc" and they answer: "Thcre
is no night here, and VIC have no need of
candle or Of stars" And | say: "What
book do you sing ou& or" aud they an
Swcr: "Thc lIa!lclujah Chorus." And
say: "ln the splcndor and magniti-
cencc OF the city, don't you ever get
loatf" and they answer: "Thc Lamb
which is in the midst Of the throne
le"dcth US to living fountains Of water. !"
., how near they seem. Their wings
do Won not feel thcm2 Their harps-do
you not hca" theme And ali that
through the window Of our earthly pros
poets, across which strctchcth tho scar
let line. BE that my choice color for
ever. Is it too glaring for you? DO
you like the blue because it reminds YOU
Of the sky, or the green because it makes
you think Of the foliage, or the black
because it has in it the shadow Of the
night2 | take the scarlet because it shall
make me think OF the price that was
paid for my soul. O the blood the
blood the blood Of the Lamb Of God
that takcth away the sin Of the world.
see where you are. You are at the cross
roads. The next steps decides every
thing. Pause before you take it: but do
not pause too long. | hear the blast OF
the trumpet that wakes the dead. Look
out! Look out! For in that day, anu in
our closing moment on earth, better
than any other defense or barricadc.
however high or broad or stupcudous,
Will be the one little, thin scarlet thread
in the window.