Milford chronicle., 1892-09-09


, On dowery beds Of ease.
! While others fought TO win the prize
Or sailed through bloody seas?
Top y shouts in his old hymn:
Your harps, Sc trembling saints,
Down fron tho Willows take;
Loud 10 the praise Of love divine,
Bid every string awake.
While Charles Wesley, the Methodist
breaks forth in his favorite words littl,
varied:
charge to keep you have,
A God 10 glorify;
never dying soul 10 save,
And fl il Tor the sky!
OUR FRIENDS IL HEAVEN.
look again and see the gallery Of our
departed. Many Of those IN the other gal
leries we have beard Of, but these we knew.
Oh, how familiar their facesl They sat at
our tables, and we walked to the house OF
God in company. Have they forgotten u.s.
Those fathers and motlRrs started us on
the road of life Are they careless as to
what becomes Of usi And those children
| do they look on with stolid indiifereneeas
I to whether we win or lose this battle for
eternity Nay; l see that child running
its hand over your brow and saying, "Fa.
Their, do not frst;" Mother, do not worry. 4"
They remember the day they left us.
They remember the agony Of the last fare
well. Though years in heaven, they know
our faces. They remember our sorrows.
They speak our names. They watch this
hight for heaven. Nay; ! see them rise up
and lean over and wave before US their
recognition and encouragement That gal
lery is not full. They are keeping places
Tor us. After we have slain the lion they
expect the King to call us, saying, Come
NlnFur . L. L.
the arena wipe the sweat from my brow
Rnd stand on tiptoe, reaching up,my right
h&nd to clasp theirs in rapturous hand
shaking, while their voices come ringing
down from the gallery crying, BE thou
faithful unto death and you shall have
crownw I
But here pause, overwhelmed with the
majesty and the joy Of the scenel Gallery
ofthe Kingl Gallery Of angelsl Gallery
OF prophets and apostlesl Gallery Of mar
tyrsl Gallery Of saints! Gallery OF friends
and kindre,il Oh, majestic circles of light
and love- Throngsl Throngsi Throngsl
How shall We stand the gaze Of the uni
verse; Myriads of eyes beaming on US.
Myriads Of hearts beating in sympathy for
usl How shall we ever dare to sin againi
How shall we ever become discouraged
againl How shall we ever feel lonely
againl
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 gloriied
kindred for us-shall we give up the fight
and die? mol Son of God, who didst die
to save us MOI We angels, whose wings are
spread forth to shelter us. mol We proph-
cts and apostles, whose warnings startle
us. mol ye loved ones, whose arms are out
TO receive us. MOI we will never
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 cO-qucr, though they die;
They SEQ the triumph from afar
And seize It with theif'eyo.
When that illustrious day shall rise.
And all thine armies shine ,
In robes of victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine O
My hearers, shall we die in the arena or }
Use to join our friends in the gallery i
Through Christ we may come of more t
han cOnquerors A soldier dying in the I
hospital, rose up in bed the last moment o
nd cried ''Herel Hercp His attendants s
nat him back on his pillow and asked him &
rhy nc shouted "IIerer ooh, I heard
he roll call of heaven and was only an q
weriag to my n"new wonder whether. a
fter this bat'le OF life is over, our names z
ill be called in the muster roll of the &
ardoned and glorified, and with the Joy b.
heaven breaking upon our souls we IS
nall cry, "Herel Herel' bl