Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1891-01-08


on the wrong side long enough" Whar
was it that had come upon him, II wa,
power from on high.
AT the hrst communion after the dedica
ton OF our former church three hundred
and twenty-eight souls stood up in the
aisles and publicly espoused the cause o.
Christ. At another time four hundred
souls; at another time five hundred; anc
our four thousand five hundred member
ship were but small part of those who
within those sacred walls took upon them
selves the vows Of the Christian. What
turned them? What saved theme Power
from the leveli No. Power from on high
WE MAY SEE GREAT THINGS.
But greater things are to be seen If ever
these cities and ever this world is to be
taken for God. There is one class of mer
and women In all these assemblages in
whom | have especial iAterest, and that il
those who had good fathers and mothers
once, but they are dead. What multitudes
of us are orphansl We may be 40, so, &
years old, but we never get used to having
father and mother gone. Oh, how often
we have had troubles that we would like
to have told them, and we always felt as
long as father and mother were alive we
had some one to whom we could COL Now
would like to ask if you think that all
their prayers in your behalf have been an.
swered. NO" you say, but it is too late;
the old folks are gone now
must courteously contradict you. 1t is
not too late. have friend in the minis
try who was attending the last hours of an
aged Christian, and my friend said to the
old Christian, us there no trouble on your
mind?" The old man turned his face to
the wall for few moments, and then said;
Only one thing. | hope for the salvation
of my ten children, but not one of them is
yet saved. Yet | am sure they will be.
God means to wait until am gone" So
he died. When my friend told Of the cir.
cumstances eight of the ten had found
the Lord, and | have no doubt the other
two before this have found him. Oh, thai
the long postponed answers to prayer fol
you, my brother, for you, my sister, might
this hour descend in power from on high
The history of these unanswered prayers
for you God only knows. They may have
been offered in the solemn birth hour
They may have been offered when you
were down with scarlet fever or diphtheria
or membranous Group. They may have
been offered some night when you vert
sound asleep in the trundle bed. and your
mother came in to see if you were rightly
covered in the cold winter night. They
may have been offered Mt that time which
comes at least once in almost every ones
life when your father and mother had hard
work to make Il living, and they feared
that want would come to them and you.
They may have been offered when the lips
could no longer move and the eyes were
closed for the long sleep.
Oh, unanswered prayers of father and
mother. where are your In what room OF
the old homestead have they hidden? Oh,
unanswered prayers rise in mist of many
tears into a cloud, and then break in o
shower which shall soften the heart oil
that man who is 50 hard he cannot cry, OF
that woman who is ashamed TO prayl Oh,
armchair of the aged, now empty and in
the garnet among the rubbish, speak out
Oh, staff Of the pilgrim who has ended his
weary journey, tell Of the parental ankle
ties that bent over thee Oh, family Bible
with story of births and deaths, rustl,
some Of thy time worn leaves, and let us
know OF the wrinkled hands that once
turned thy pages, and explain that spot
where a tear fell upon the passage, &C
Absalom, my son, my son, would God j
had died for thee"
OIL, FOR POWER FROM ON HIGH
Good and gracious God what will be
come of us, if after having had such devout
and praying parentage, we never pray foi
ourselvesl We will pray. We will begin
now Oh. for the power from on high,
power TO move this assemblage, power tc
save Brooklyn and New York, power OF
evangelism that shall sweep across this
continent like an ocean surge, power 70
girile the round earth with a red girdle
dipped in the blood of the cross If this
forward movement is to begin at all there
must be some place for it to begin, and
why not this placer And there mast be
some time for it to begin, and why not Thu
time? And so l sound for your ears q
rhythmic invitation. which, until few
days ago, never came under my eye, but il
is so sweet, so sobbing with pathos,
so triumphant with joy, that whoever
chimed it, instead OF being anonymous,
ought to be immortal:
Thy sins bore on Calvary's tree;
The stripes, thy due. were laid on me-
That peace and pardon might be free
wretched sinner. come.
Burdened with guilt, wouldst thou be besty
Trust not the world; it gives rest;
bring relief TO hearts opprest-
o weary sinner, comet
Come, leave thy burden at the cross;
Count all thy gains but empty drosS
My grace repays all earthly loss
o needy sinner. comet
Come. hither bring thy boding fears,
Thy aching heart, thy bursting tears
It's mercy's voice salutes thine ears;
trembling sinner. come!
An Important Operation.
DR.. James S. Barnard, recently called
from Clyde, n. Y, to the chair of operative
clinical and CRITICAL surgery in the Mary |
land Homeonathic Free hospital at Balti |