Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1890-08-18

nineteen centuries ago planted the
divine seed of doctrine. 1t Sprang up.
ON one side of the stalk are all the
churches of ChriStendom. On the other
side of the stalk are all the free govern
mentS of the earth, and ON the top there
shall Dee a towering millennium after
awhile. All from the Gospel seed of
doctrine. Every word that a parent, or
Sabbath school teacher. or city mission
airy. or other Christian worker speaks
for Christ comes up. Yes, it comes up
with compound intereSt-yOu saving one
soul. that one saving ten, the ten hun
dred, the hundred Il thousand, the
thousand ten thousand, the ten thou
sand one hundred thouSand-on. ON for
ever.
NARROWING OF TIE SOIL.
Again. I remark, i'm grace as i'm the
farm there must DE a hOITOrUg. re-
fer now not TO harrow that goes over
the field i'm order to- prepare the ground
ior the seed, but q harrow which goes
over after the seed is Sown, lest the
birds pick mp the seeds. sinking IL down
into the earth so that 10 can take root.
There are new kinds of harrow, but the
narrow as I remember 10 was made OF
bars of wood nailed across each other,
and the uudcrSide of each bar was fur
uiShed with sharp teeth. and whom the
horses We're hitched 20 il, 10 went tear
ing and lcaping across the field, driving
the seed down into the earth until it
sprung mp In the harvest. Bereavement
sorrow. persecution are the Lords har-
rows 90 sink the Gospel truth into your
heart. There were truths that you
heard thirty Y ears ago, that have not
affected YOU until recently. Some great
trouble came over You. and the truth
was narrowed i'm, and il has come up.
What did God mean In this country i'm
1857? For century there was the Cos
pei preached, but % great deal of il pro-
duced mo- result. Then God harneSScd
wild panic to a harrow of commercial
disaster. and that harrow went down
Wall Street and up Wall Street, down
Third Street and up Third Street, down
State Street and up State Street until
the whole land was torn 10 pieces as 1t
had never been before. What followed
the harrow? A great awakening in
which there were 500. 900 souls brought
into the kingdom of our Lord. No har-
row. no crop.
Again, I remark, i'm grace as i'm farm
ing there is q time for HTCShipJ. tell
YOU bluntly that is death. Just rs q
farmer beats the wheat out of the straw,
So death beats the soul out of the body.
Every sickness is a stroke of the Hail,
and the sick-bed is the thrcShing-hoor.
What. say YOU, is death to a good man
only taking the wheat out Of the straw?
That is an. An aged man has fallen
asleep. Only yesterday you saw him IN
the sunny porch playing with his grand
children. Calmly he received the mes
sage TO leave this world. He babe a
pleasant good-by TO his old friends. Ihe
telegraph carries the tidings, and on
swift rail-trains the kindred come, want
ing once more TO look on the face OF
dear old grandfather.
BRUSH BACK THE GRAY HAIRS
from his brow; it viii never ache again.
Put him away i'm the Slumber of the
tomb He will not be afraid of that
night. Grandfather was never afraid
OF anything He will rise in the morn
ing of the resurrection. Grandfather
was always the first to rise. His voice
has already mingled in the doXology OF
heaven. Grandfather always did sing
In church. Anything CHASTITY in that?
SO. The threshing of the wheat out
of the straw That is all.
The Saviour folds lamb in His
bosom. The little child filed all the
house with her music, and her toys are
scattered all mp and down the stairs
just as she left them. What if the
hand that pucked four-o'clocks out OF
the meadow is still? 1t will wave the
eternal triumph. What if the voice
that made music i'm the house Is stllI'
To will sing the eternal h0Sanna'
Put white rose in one
hand. and red rose in the
other hand. and wreath Of orange
blossoms on the brow; the white flower
for the victory, the red flower for the
Saviour's sacrifice, the orange blossoms
for her marriage day. Anything CHASTITY
about this? Oh. no. The sun went
down and the flower shut. The wheat
threShed out of the straw. Dear Lord
give me sleep" said dying boy the
son of one of my elders, Dear LORD,
rive me sleep" And he closed his eyes
and awoke in glory. Henry w. Long
fellow. writing a letter of coincidence to
those parents, said; "ThoSe last words
were beautifully poetic. Dear Lord
give me sleep
Twas not I'm cruelty, not in wrath
Tbnt the reaper came that day.
Twas am angel that visited the earth
And took the lower away.
So it may be with Us when our work
is AN done. ''Dear Lord, give me sleep
l have one more thought TO present.
/ have spoken of the blowing, Of the
sowing. of the narrowing. of the reap
ing. OF the threShing. l must now speak
q moment of the garnering.
WHERE Is THE GARNER?
Need tell YOU? Oh, no. So many
have gone out from our own circles
Yea. from your own family, that You
have had your eyes on that garner for
many wear. What a hard time some
of them had. In GesthSemadeS of SUI
feriue. they sweat great drops OF blood;
They took the cup of trembling ana
tbev nut il to their hot lips
and they cried: If it be pos
Sible. let this cup pass from
mo e. With tongues of burning agony