Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1892-03-07

sick they are sent there. Thank
I God, there is no hospital for spiritual
incurablesl Though you had the
worst lcprosy thatever struck a soul,
your flesh shall come again like the
flesh of little child. Oh, this mercy
of God | am told it is an ocean.
Then ! place on it four swift sailing
craft, with compass and charts, and
choice rigging and sAillful navigators,
and tell them to launch away and
discover for me the extent of this
ocean.
That craft puts out in one direc-
ton and sails to the north; this craft
to the south; this to the east; this to
the west. They crowd on all their
canvas and sail ten thousand years,
and one day come up the harbor of
heaven, and l shout to them from
the beach, Have you found the
shore2" and they answer, mo shore
to Gods mercyw Swift angels, dis
patched from the throne, attempt to
go across it. For a million years
they fly and fly, but then como back
and fold their wings at the foot of
the throne, and cry, mo shorel no
shore to Gods mercy
Mercy! Mercy Mercyl I sing
it. preach it. l pray it. Here 1
find man bound hand and foot to
the devil, but with one stroke of the
hammer of Gods truth the chains
fall off and he is free forever. Mercyi
Mercy Mercy! There is no depth
it cannot fathom, there is no height
it cannot scale, there is no infnity it
cannot compass. l take my stand
under this goodly cedar and see the
focks flying thither. They are torn
with the shot of temptation, and
wounded and sick and SCARED. Some
fought with iron beak, some once
Toasted on carcasses, some were fierce
of eye and cruel of talon, but they
came, flock after fiock-''All fowl of
every wing.
ALL THE DYING.
Again, all the dying will find their
nest in this goodly cedar. 1t is cruel
to destroy a birds nest, but death
does not hesitate to destroy one.
There was a beautiful nest in the
next street. Lovingly the parents
brooded over it. There were two or
three little robins in the nest The
scarlet fever thrust its hot hands into
the nest and the birds are gone.
Only those are safe who have their
nests in the goodly cedar. They
have over them ''the feathers of the
Almighty" Oh, to have those soft,
warm, eternal wings stretched over
usl Let the storms beat, and the
branches of the cedar toss on the
wind-no danger. When a storm
comes, you can see tho birds flying
to the woods. Ere the storm of death
comes down, let us fly to the goodly
cedar.
OF what great varieties heaven
will be made upl There come men
who once were hard and cruel and
desperate in wickedness, yet now,
soft and changed by grace they
come into glory-"All fowl of every
wing" And here they come, the
children who were reared in loving
home circles, focking through the
gates of life-"All fowl of every
wing" These were white, and came
from northern homes; these were
black, and assembled from southern
plantations, these were copper col
ored, and went up from Indian res
ervations-"All fowl of every wing"
So God gathers them up. 1t is as
tonishing how easy it is for good
soul to enter heaven. A prominent
business man in Philadelphia went
home one afternoon, lay down on the
lounge and said, "It is time for me to
60" He was very aged. His daugh-
ter said to him, "Are you sick2" He
said: mo, but it is time for me to go.
Have John put it in two of the morn
ing papers, that my friends may
know that / am gone. Goodby," and
as quick as that God had taken him.
1t is easy to go when the time
comes. There are no ropes thrown
out to pull us ashore; there are no
ladders let down to pull us up. Christ
comes and takes us by the hand and
says, "You have had enough of this;
come up higher" Do you hurt lily
when you pluck it2 Is there any
rudeness when Jesus touches the
check, and the red rose of health
whitens into the lily of immortal
purity and gladness2
A BETTER CLINE FOR US.
When autumn comes, and the giant
of the woods smites his anvil, and
the leafy sparks fly on the autumnal
gale. then there will be thousands of
DIruS gathering IN the tree at Inc cor
ner of the field just before departing
to warmer climes, and they will call
and sing until the branches drop with
the melody. There is better cline
for us, and by and by we shall mi
CRATE. We gather in the branches of
the goodly cedar in preparation for
departure You heard our voices in
tho opening song; you will hear them
in the closing song-voices good,
voices bad, voices happy, voices dis
tressful-"All fowl of every wing"
By and by we shall begone. If all
this audience is saved-as I hope they
will bel SEQ them entering into life. |
Some have had it hard, some have
had it easy. Some were brilliant,
some were dull. Some were rocked