Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1891-09-28

der from bis hands, but he could not.
They are still lifted, and l see them
looming up through all the ages,
eight fingers and two thumbs stanoing
out red with the carnage.
Still following our Chieftain, l as
cend the hill which General Gordon, the
great English explorer and arbiter first
made q clay model of. 1t is hard climb
ing for our Chfeftain, for he has not
only two heavy timbers to carry on his
back, the upright and horizontal pieces
of the cross, but he Is suffering from
exhaustion caused by lack OF food,
mountain chills, desert heats, whippings
with elm-wood rods, and years OF NAL
| treatment.
1t took our party In 1889 only fifteen
minutes to climb to the top OF the hill
and reach that limestone rock In yon-
der wall, which I rolled down from the
apex Of Mount Calvary. But l think
| our Chieftain must have taken long
| time for the ascent, for he had all earth
! and all heaven, and all hell on his back,
as he climbed from base to summit, ana
| there endured what WilliamCowper, and
| John Milton, and Charles Wesley, and
Isaac Watts, and James Montgomery,
and all the other sacred poets have at
tempted to put in verse, and Angelo,
and Raphael, and Titan, and Leonardo
da Vinci, and all the great Italian,
and German, and Spanish and French
| artists have attempted to paint; ana
Bossuet, and Massillon, and George
Whitefeld and Thomas Chalmers have
hattempted to preach. Something OF us
overwhelming awfulness you may esti-
mate from the fact that the sun which
shines in the heavens, could not endure
II; the sun which unfinchfngly looked
upon the deluge that drowned the
world. which without blinking looked
upon the ruin of earthquakes which
swallowed Lisbon and Caracas, and
has looked unblanched on the oattie-
fields of Arbela, Blenheim, Megldoo.
and Esdraelon, and all the scenes OF
carnage that have ever scalded ana
drenched the earth with human gore
that sun could not look upon the scene:
The sun dropped over its face veil OF
cloud. 1t withdrew. 1t hid Itself.
1t said to the midnight, 81 resign to
thee this spectacle upon which have
no strength to gaze; thou art blind, On
Midnight! and for that reason com
NIT to thee this tragedy" Then the
nighthawk and the bat flew by, and the
iackal howled in the ravlnes.
Now we follow our Chieftain as they
carry his limp and lacerated form amid
the flowers and trees OF garden, the
gladioluses, the oleanders, the lilies, the
geraniums, the mandrakeS, down i've or
six steps TO an aisle of granite where ne
sleeps. But only little while he sleeps
there, for there is an earthquake In all
that region, leaving the rocks to this
day in their aslant and ruptured state
declarative of the fact that something
extraordinary there happened. And we
see our Chieitain arouse from his orlet
slumber and wreStle down the rut1an
Death who would keep him imprisoned
I'm that cavern and put both heels on
the monster, and coming forth with
cry that will not cease to be echoed
until the great resurrection day the
door of the last sepulchre shall be I'M
hinged and flung changing into the
debris Of demolished cemeteries.
Now we follow our Chieftain to the
shoulder of Mount Olivet, and without
wings he rises, the disciples clutching
for his robes too late TO reach them, and
across the great CULTS OF space with one
bound he gains that world which for
thirty-threo years had been denied his
companionshlp, and all heaven lifted
shout Of welcome as he entered, and OF
coronation as up the mediatorial throne
he mounted. 1t was the greatest day
heaven had ever seen. They had him
back again from tears, from wounds,
from ills, from world that never ap-
preciated him, to a world in which he
was the chief delight. In all the lib
retto of celestial music, 1t was hard to
find an anthem enough conjubilant to
celebrate the JOY sanity seraphic, arch
angelic, deifc.
But still we follow our Chieftain in
his march through the centuries, for In
visibly he still walks the earth, and by
the eye of faith we still follow him.
You can tell where he walks by the
churches, and hospitals, and refOrma-
tory institutions, and houses of mercy
that spring up along the way. | hear
his tread in the sick room, and in the
abodes of bereavement. He marches on
and the nations are gathering around
him. The islands of the sea are hearing
his voice. The continents are feeling
his power. America will be his! Eu-
rope will be hist Asia will be his! AT
RIGA will be his Australia will be his!
New Zealand will be his! All the
earth will be his! Do you
realize that until now it was impossible
for the world to be converted? Not
until very recently has the world been
found. The Bible talks about "the
ends of the earth" aud the nttermost
parts of the world" as being saved, but
not until now have "the ends OF the
earth" been discovered and not until
now have "the uttermost parts Of the
world" been revealed. The navigator
did his work, the explorer did his work,
the scienteSt did his work, and now for
the first time since the world has been
created has the world been known,
measured off and geographical, the
last hidden and unknown tract
has been mapped out and now the
work of evangeliZation will be begun
with earnestness and velocity as yet I'M
imagined. The steamships are ready;
the lightning express trains are ready;
the printing presses are ready; the tele-
graph and telephone are ready; millions
of Christians are ready and now see
Christ marching on through the cen
turtles. Marching on! Marching on!
One by one governments will fall
into lire and constitutions and litera-
lures will adore his name. More hon.
ored and worshiped is he in this year of
1891 than at any time since the year
one, and the day hastens when all
nations will join one procession "follow-
ing the Lamb whithersoever he goeth."
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