The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1892-09-15

looking toto the ayena. Our struggle IL
nothing to theirsl Do we in Ch,ist's
cause suffer from the cold? They walked
,Greenland's ICY mountains. Do we
suffer from the heat? They sweltered
Ia the tropics. Do we get fatiguedP
They tainted with none to care for them
put caonibals. Are we prosecuted !
Ihey were mathematical. Aud as they
look from their gallery aud see us falter
IN Ihe presence OF tie lions, seem to
hear Isaac Watts addressing us in his
Oh lynn, only little changed:
Must you'be carried to the skies
On tlOwery beds of case,
While others fought to win the prize
Or sailed through bloody seas?
Toplady shouts in his old hymn:
Your harps, We trembling saints,
Down FROM tho willows take;
Loud to tho praise of love divine,
Bid every string awake.
While Charles Wesley, the Methodist,
breaks forLhin his layorite words, little
varied:
A charge to keep you have,
A God to glorIy;
a never dying soul to save,
/ And fit it for the sky!
1 look again and see the gallery OF
our departed. Many of those in the
other galleries we have heard OF, but
these we knew. On, how familiar their
faces! They sat at our tables, and we
walked TO tho house OF God IN com.
pany. Have they forgotten US? Those
1athers and mothers started us on the
road of life. Are they careless as To
What becomes of us? And those chill
dren-do they look on with stolid in
difference as to whether we win or lose
this battle Tor eternity? Nay! | see
That Child running its haud over your
brow and saying, "Father, do not fret"
Mother, 10 not worry"
They remember the day they left Us
ihey 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;
L see them rise up and lean over and
wave before us their recognition and
announcement. That gallery is not
full. They are keeping places for us.
After we have slain the lion they ex-
pect the King to Call u1, say ing. "Come
up higher! Between the hot struggles
IN the arena | wipe the sweat from my
brow and stand tiptOe, reaching up my
right hand to clasp the irs in rapturuus
ifsot hililC NOtCtS
ringing down from the gallery crying,
"Be thou faithful uuto death aud YOU
shall have a CROWN
But here / pause, overwhelmed with
the majesty and the JOY OF the scene!
Gallery OF the King. Gallery Of angels!
GALLERY or prophets and apostles! Gal.
lery OF martyrs! Gallery of SAINTS!
Gallery OF friends and kindred! On,
ma]estic circles of light aud love !!
Ihrongs! Throngs. Throngs! How
shall we stand the gaZ., Of the universe :?
Myriads of eyes beaming un us. My
rlads OF hearts beating in sympathy
for MS! How shall We ever dare To sin
again! How shall we ever become dis
couraged again! How shall we ever
feel i'nely again!
WIN Goa for us, and angels for u.s.
ana frophets and APOSTLES for us. and
the great souls of the dyes for us. and
our glOrllied klndreds for ns-shall we
give up the fight and die? No! Son OF
GA, who didst Gle to save No! ye an
gels. whose wings are sp. cad forth to
shelter us. No:ye prophets and apos.
Ties, VII warning startle us! No, ye
loved ones, whose arms are outstretch-
&c to receive us. No! " viii never
sarrend tr.
Sure I must fight if would reign
BE faithful to my Lord;
And bear the Gross, endure the pain.
Supported by thy Word.
Thy saints in all this gloriou. war
shall conquer, though they die;
They see the triumDh flOm afar
Aud seize it with their cye.
When that il!ustriOus day shalt rise,
And all thine nrmio3 shine
In robes OF victory through the skies,
The glory Shall be thine.
My hearers, shall we die m the arena
or rlse to join our friends in the gallery
Inrough Christ we may come off more
than conquerors. ~ soldier dying in
the hospital, rose up in bed the last
moment and cried, Here. Ilerel His
s'tendants put him back en- his pillow
anu asked him Why he shouted "Ilerew
"Oh, heard the roll cali csf heaven ard
was only answering to my maine"
wonder whether. after this battle of
ltn IS over. our names Wi;l be called in
the muster roll ot the pardOued and
gloriiieh, and with the JOY Of heaven
breaking upon our soals we shall ely
"liere! Here"
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