The Iola register., 1890-08-01

they went through Spirits that sped
up from the flames OF msrtyrdom, max
ing Heaven richer as they went in,
pouring their notes into the celestial
harmony.
And that door has not begun TO shut
II redeemed by grace, we shall enter it
This side of it we have wept but on the
other side of it we shall never weep
On this side we may have grown sick
with WEAKNESS, but on the other side Of
1t we shall be without fatigue. On this
aide we bleed with the warriors wounds,
on the other side we shall wave the VIC
tors palm. When you think OF dying
what makes your brow contract, what
makes you breathe so deep and sigh?
What makes you gloomy in passing a
graveyard? Follower of Christ you
have been thinking that death is some
thing terrible, the measuring of lances
with powerful antagonist the clos
ing in of a conflict which may be
your everlasting defeat You do not
want much to think of dying. The
step beyond this life seems so mysteri-
Gus you dread the taking of it. Why,
who taught you this lesson of horrors?
Heavens door is wide open, and you
step out of your sick room into those
portals Not as long as a minute will
elapse between your departure and your
arrival there. Not half so long as the
twinkling of an eye. Not the millionth
part of an instant There is no
stumbling into darkness There is no
plunging down into mysterious dephths
The door is open
This instant you are here, the next
you are there. When a vessel struck
the rocks of the French coast while the
crew were clambering up the beach a
cage of birds in the ships cabin, awak-
ened, began to sing most sweetly, and
when the last man left the vessel they
were singing yet. Even so in the last
hour of our dissolution. when driven on
the coast OF the other world, may our
Decentralization from this rough, tossing
life be amid the eternal singing of
thousand promises of deliverance and
victory.
For all repenting and believing souls
the door of Heaven is now wide open,
the door of mercy, the door of comfort,
for the poorest as we'll as the wealthiest,
for the outlaw as well as for the moral
ist, for the Chinese coolie as we'll as his
Emperor, for the Russian boor as well
as the Gar, for the Turk as we'll as the
Sultan. Richer than all wealth. more
refreshing than all fountains, deeper
than all depths higher than all heights,
and broader than all breadths is the sal
vation of Jesus Christ which Ipress upon
your reconsideration. Come all ye travellers
of the desert under these palm trees. o, if
l could gather before you that tremend-
Gus future upon which you are invited to
enter-dominion and principalities,
day without night, martyrs under the
throne and the four and twenty elders
falling before 1t, stretching of in great
distances the hundred and forty and
four thousand, and thousands of thou
sands, host beside host, rank beyond
rank, in infinite distance, nations of the
saved beyond nations of the saved, un-
til angelic visions cease to catch any
thing more than the faint outline OF
whole empires yet outstretching beyond
the capacity of any vision, save the eye
of God Almighty. Then, after 1 had
finished the sketch, would like to ask
you il that place is not grand enough
and high enough, and il any thing could
be added, any purity to the whiteness OF
the robes, any power to the acclaiming
thunders of its worship. And all that
may be yours.