Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1892-07-28


the house OF the tabernacle 80 that
we should be homeless forever. Oh,
no! He is only a black messenger
who comes to tell US it is time to
move; to tell US to get out of this
hut, and 60 up into the palace. The
Christian owns oil heaven. "All are
yours" Its palaces OF beauty, its
towers OF strength, it's castles OF love.
He will not walk in the eternal city as
foreigner in a strange city, but ass
farmer walks over his own premisSe.
can are yours All the mansioH Is
yours. Angels your companions.
Trees Of life your shade. Hills OF
glory your lookout. Thrones Of
heaven the place where you will shout
the triumph. Jesus is yours, God is
yours. You look up into the face OF
God, and say, "NIy father" You
look up into the face of Jesus, and
say. "My brother" Walk out on the
upon the city OF the sun. No tears.
No sorrow. No death. No smoke OF
toiling warehouse curling on the
air. No voice of blasphemy thrilling
through that bright, clear Sabbath
morning. No din OF strife Earring the
air. Then take out your deed, and
remember that from throne to throne
and from we'll to wall, and from hori-
zon to horizon, "All are yours"
Dye who have pains OF body that
exhaust your strength and wear out
your patience, hold before you this
morning the land OF eternal health
and OF imperishable beauty, and call
is yours!" O We who have hard work
to get your daily bead, hard work to
shelter your children from the storm,
I lift before you the vision of that
land where they never hunger, and
they never thirst. and God feeds
them, and robes cover them, and the
warmth OF eternal love fills them, and
all that is yours. Dye whose hearts
are buried in the grave OF your dead
0 ye whose happiness went by long
ago-O We who mourn for countenan-
ces that never will light up, and for
eyes closed forever-sit no longer
among the tombs, but look here. A
home that shall
NEVER BE BROKEN UP.
Green fields never cleft OF the grave.
Ransomed ones from you parted long
ago, now radiant with a Joy that
shall never cease, and q love that
shall never grow cold, and wearing
garments that shall never wither,
and know all that is yours. Yours
the love. Yours the acclaim. Yours
the transport. Yours the cry OF tho
4 and 20 elders. Your; tn, choiring
OF cherubim. Yours the Lamb that
was slain.
In the vision OF that glorious con-
summation Ialmost lose my toothold,
and have to hold fast lest l be
overborne by the glory. The vision
rose before St. John on Patmos, and
he saw Christ in blood-red garment,
ridingon q white horse, and all heaven
following him on white horses. What
procession! Let Jesus ride. He
walked the way footsore, weary and
faint. Now let him ride. What horse
OF victory, bear on our Chief. Hosanna
to the son OF David! Ride on, Jesus!
Let all heaven follow him, These
cavalry OF God fought well and they
fought triumphantly. Now let them
be mounted. The pavements of gold
ring under the flying hoofs. Swords
sheathed and victories won, like con-
querors they sit on their chargers. Ye
mounted troops of God, ride on! ride
on! ten thousand abreast, cavalcade.
No blood dashed to the lips. No
blood dripping from the fetlocks. No
smoke of battle breathed from the
nostril. The battle is ended-the
victory won.