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blue ribbon of the sky around his hand.
"He meteth out the heavens with span.
You know that balances are made of a
beam suspended in the middle, with tive
basins at the extremity of equal heft.
In that way what vast heft has been
weighed! But what are all the balances
of earthly manipulation compared with
the balances that Isaiah saw suspended
when he saw God putting into the scales
the Alps, and the Apennines, and Mount
Washington, and the Sierra Nevadas2
You see the earth had to be ballasted,
1t would not do to have too much
weight in Europe, or too much weight
in Asia, or too much weight in Africa,
or in America; so when God made the
mountains he weighed them. The Bible
distinctly says so. God knows the
weight of the great ranges that cross
the continents-the tons, the pounds
avoirdupois, the ounces, the grains
the milligrams-just how much they
weighed then, and just how much they
weigh now. He weighed the noun.
tains in scales and the hills in bal.
ance." Oh, what God to run against
oh, what a God to disobey; oh, what O
God to dishonor; oh, what God to
defy! The brightest, the mightiest an.
gel takes no familiarity with God. The
wings of reverence are lifted. with
twain he covered the face"
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fly at the divine bidding. Exhilaration
in the fact that the soul has wings as the
seraphs have wings. What is wing
An instrument of locomotion. They may
not be like seraph's wing, they may moi
be like birds wing, but the soul has
wings. God says SO. HE shall mount
up ON wings as eagles" We are made
in the divine image, and God has wings
The Bible says so. Healing in his
wings" under the shadow of his
wings" under whose wings thou hast
come to trust" We have folded wing
now, wounded wing, broken wing
bleeding wing, Gagged wing. Aye! ]
have it now. Gagged within bars of bone
and under curtains of flesh, but one day
to be free. hear the rustic of pinions
in Seagrave's poem, which we often
sing:
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings.
l hear the rustic of pinions in Alexan
der Pope's stanza, which says:
mount, l fly;
| o Death where is thy victory?
A dying Christian not long ago cried
out, wings, wings, wings!" The air is
full of them, coming and going, coming
and going. You have seen how the dull
sluggish chrysalid becomes the bright
butterfly; the dull, and the stupid, and
the lethargic turned into the alert and
the beautiful. Well, my friends, in this
world we are in the chrysalid state
Death will unfurl the wings. Oh, if we
could only realize what grand thing
it will be to get rid of this old clod of q
body and mount the heavens, neither
seagull nor lark nor albatross nor falcon
nor condor pitching from highest range
of Andes, so buoyant or SO majestic Of
stroke.
SORROW GoETH BEFORE FORGIVENESS.
See that eagle in the mountain nest
1t looks SO sick, so ragged feathered, sc
worn out and SO half asleep. Is that
eagle dying NJ" The ornithologist
will tell you -.10 #..
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world says afna 1ssT y f4a
melting season for his soul--Jne poay
dropping away, the celestial pinions
coming on. Not dying, but melting.
Noting out of darkness and sin and
struggle into glory and into God. Why
10 you not shout? Why do you sit shiv'
ering at the thought of death and trying
to hold back and wishing you could stay
here forever, and speak of departure as
though the subject were filled with skel-
etons and the varnish of collins, and as
though you preferred lame foot to swift
wing?
| o people of God, let us stop playing
the fool and prepare for raprurous fight.
When your soul stands on the verge Ct
this life and there are vast precipices
beneath and sapphired domes above,
which way will you fly? Will you
swoop or will you soar? Will you fly
downward or will you fly upward!
Everything on the wing this morning
bidding us aspire. Holy Spirit on the
wing. Angel of the new covenant on
the wing. Time on the wing, flying
away frow us. Eternity on the wing,
flying toward us. Wings, wings, wings
Live so near to Christ that when you
are dead people standing by your life.
less body will not soliloquize, saying,
"What a disappointment life was tc
him; how averse he was to departure;
what pity it was he had to die; what
an awful calamity" Rather standing
there may they see a sign more vivid on
your still face than the vestiges of pain
something that will indicate that it was
a happy exit-the clearance from OPP
pressive quarantine, the castsff chrysa
lid, the moiting of the faded and use
less and the ascent from malarial val
leys to bright, shining mountain tops
and be led to say as they stand there
contemplating your humility and YOU
reverence in life and your happiness il
death, with twain he covered the feet
with twain he covered the face, with
twain he did Wing "'E f
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