Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1892-09-08

breaks forth in his fayorite words, lit
tie varied:
Acharge to keep you have.
A God to giorify;
a never dying soul to save,
And fit 1t for the sky!
OR DEPARTED FRIENDS.
look again and I see the gallery Of
our departed. Many of those in the
other galleries we have heard of, but
these we knew. Oh, how familiar their
faces! They sat at our tables, and We
walked to the house of God in company.
Have they forgotten us? Those fathers
and mothers started us on the road OF
life. Are they careless as to what be-
comes of us? And those children-do
Nthey look on with :stolid Indifference as
to- whether we win or lose this battle for
eternity? Nay; see that child running
its hand over your broW and saying,
Father, do not fret" Mother, do not
worry"
They remember the day they left us.
They remember the agony of the last
farewell. Though years in heaven they
know our faces. They remember our
sorrows. They speak our names. They
watch this fight for heaven. Nay, see
them rise up and lean over and wave
before US their recognition ard encour-
I'agement. That gallery is not full. They
are keeping places for US. After we have
slain the lion they expect the King to
scall us. saving, Come up higher" Be-
tween the hot struggles in the arena l
wipe the sweat from my brow and stand
on tiptoe, reaching up my right hand to
clasp theirs in rapturous hanlshaking,
while their voices come ringing down
from the gallery, crying, "Be thou
faithful aato death, and you shall have
s. CROWN
But here I pause, overwhelmed with
the majesty and the Joy of the scene'
Gallery of the King! Gallery of angels!
Gallery of prophets and apostles! Gal
| lery of martyrs! Gallery of saints! Gal
lery of friends and kindred Oh, ma
jestic circles Of light and love! Throngs!
Throngs. Throngs. How shall we
stand the gaze OF the universe! Myriads
of eyes beaming on US! Myriads OF
hearts beating in sympathy for us! How
shall we ever dare to sin again! How
shall we ever become discouraged again.
How shall we ever feel lonely again!
/! With God for us, and angels for US,
and prophets and apostles for us, and the
great souls Of the ages for US. and our
glorifed kindred for us-shall we give
up the fight and die: No. Son of God,
who didst die to save us. No! ye angels,
whose wings are spread forth to shelter
US. No! ye prophets and apostles, whose
warnings startle us. No. ye loved ones
whose arms are outstretched to receive
us. No! we will never surrender!
Sure must fight if would reign
Be faithful to my Lord;
And bear The Cross, endure the pain,
Supported by thy Word.
Thy saints in all this glorious war
Shall conquer, though they dle
They see the triumph from afar
And seize it with their eye.
When that ilustrious day shall rise,
And all thine armies shine
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.
Ny hearers, shall we die in the arena
or rise to join our friends in the gallery
Through Christ we may come off more
than conQuerors. A soldier dying i,
the hospital rose up in bed the last mo
ment and cried. Here! Here.' His at
tendants put hil back .2aa, o.; lis kii-5lley ant
asked -ihii,4.ee-why he shouted "Here!'
"Oh, heard the rcll call of heaven and
was only answering to M name.
wonder whether, after this battle of life
is over, our names, will be called in the
muster roll of tMis raraoned and glori
fed, and with the