Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1891-05-04

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| neNe we can, through ChriSt'S grace. sing
NIFTY thousand souls into the kingdom OF
| ChflSt. An argument they can laugh at: a
sermon they may talk down, but vast
audience joining in one anthem is irresisti-
| pie. Would that Queen Balkis would
drive all her spice-laden dromedaries into
our church-music. Neither was there
any such spice as the Queen of Sheba gave
King Solomon. -
Now want to impress this audience with
| the TACT that religion is sweetness and per-
tune, ana Splkenard. and saffron. and GIN
| nalnan, and caSSia, and frankihcense and
| al sweet spices together Oh" YOU say.
! Il have not looked at it as such l thought
| IL was nuisance; it had for me repul-
! SION: held my breath as though il were
maiodor; have been appalled, at its ad-
| vance nave said, If have any religion al
ali want TO have just as little of il as IS
possible to get through with Oh, what
mistake You have made, my brother.
THE RELIGION OF CHRIST
IS present and everlasting redolence. II
counteracts all trouble. Just put it on the
stand beside the pillow of sickness. It
catches IN the curtains and perfumes the
Stlfllng air. 1t sweetens the cup of bitter
medicine and throws 4 glow on the gloom
OF the turned lattice. Ii is balm for the
aching side, and a soft bandage for the tenn
pie Stung with pain. Irlifted Samuel Ruth
er1ord INTO u revelry of spiritual delight
WINE ne was IN physical agonieS. 1t helped
Richard Baxter until in the midst of such
a complication of diseases as perhaps no
otner man ever suffered, he wrote The
Saints Everlasting Rest" And it poured
light upon John Bmyan'S dungeon-the
Aght OF the shining gate of the shining
city. And II is good for rheumatism and
Tor neuralgia, and for low spirits, and for
consumption: it is the catholicou for all
disorders. Nes. it will heal ali your sor-
rows.
Why did YOU look so sad to-day when You
came in: Alas! for the loneliness and the
heart break and the load
THAT IS NEVER LIFTED
from your soul. Some of you go about
feeling like Macaulay when he Wrote: If
had another month of such days as ! have
been spending. | would be impatient to Get
down INTO my little narrow crib in the ground
like weary factory child" And there
have been times in your life when You
wished YOU could get out of this life. You
have said: oh, how sweet to my lips
would be the dust of the valley" and
wished You could pull over You in YOUR last
slumber The cOvcrlCt of green grass and
daisies. You have said ''Oh, how bcaUti-
fully quiet II must be in the tomb. ! wish
! was there | see all around about me
wldoWhOod, and orphanage, and chiidlcss-
ness: sadness. disappointment. perplcXity.
who have felt no sorrow, and been buffeted
pN no d4sapp9lntment-f could ask an
Such 10 use, now many would rlsc: Not
one
\ widowed mother, with her little child.
went West, hoping TO get better wages
there: and she was taken SICK and died.
The overScer of the poor got her body and
put ii in box and pun it in wagon, and
started down the street toward the cemetery
at full trOt. The little child-the only
chlId-r2n after 1t through the streets,
hare-headed, crying: Bring me back my
mother.
BRING Me BACK MY MOTHER.
And It was said that as the people looked
on and saw her crying after that which lay
in the box in the wagon-all she loved on
eaFth-it Is said the whole village was IN
tears. And That IS what great many OF
You are doing-chasing the dead. Dear
Lord, IS there no appeascment for all this
sorrow that | see about NE? Yes, the
thought of resurrection and reunion fdr
beyond this scene of struggle and tears. |
''They shall hunger no more, neither thirst |
any more, neither shall the sun light on |
them, nor any heat: for the Lamb which Is |
i'll the midst of the throne shall lead them |
TO living fountains Of water and God shall |
wipe away all tears from their eyes. |
Across the coucheS of your sick, and |
across the graves of your dead, I fling !
driving up to the pillared portico OF the |
house of cedar, carried no such pungency |
Of perfume as eXhaleS to-day from the |
Lords garden. 1t Is peace. 1t IS sweet |
ness. II Is comfort. 1t IS Infinite SatlSfdC- |
ton, this Gospel | commend to you. Some |
one could not understand why an old Ger
man Christian scholar used to be always so
;llm and happy and hopeful, when he had
so many trials and sicknesseS and ailments
a man secreted himself in the house. He
said: Il mean to watch this Old scholar
and Christian;' and he saw the old Chris
liam man go TO his room and sit down on
he chair beside the stand, and
OPEN THE BIBLE
and begin to read. He read on and on,
,hapter after chapter, hour after hour I'M
il his face was all algow with the tidings |
rom heaven, and when the lock struck II |
le arose, and shut his Bible, and said:
Blessed Lord, we are ON the same old |
ermS vet. Goodnight, goodnight Oh, |
you sin-parched and you trouble-pOunded, |
lere is comfort. here IS satisfaction. VIII
,ou come and get it, | cannot tell YOU |
what the Lord offers you hereafter |
20 well as | can tell You now. 1t doth not
'et appear what we shall be- Have YOU
cad of the Tai Mahal in India, in some re
,pectS the most majestic building on earth? !
twenty thousand men were twenty years
II building Ii. II cost about sixteen millions
# dollars. The walls are Of marble, ,nlaid
With cornelian from Bagdad, and turquoise
rom Thibet, and jasper from the Punjaub. |
nd amethyst from Persia, and all manner
i precious stones.
TRAVELLER SAYS
hat ii seems to him like the shining of an |