Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1892-09-07


gelized, and Mrs. Adoniram Judson, whose
prayers for Burmah took heaven by VIC
lencel All these Christians are looking
into the arena. Our struggle is nothing
to theirsi Do we in Chfist's cause suffer
from the colds They walked Greenland's
icy mountains Do we suffer from the
heatY They sweltered in the tropics. Dc
we get fatigued? They tainted with none
to care for them but cannibals. Are we
persecuteds They were mathematical.
And as they hook from their gallery and
see us falter in the presence Of the lions, !
seem TO hear Isaac Watts addressing us in
his old hymn, only a little changed:
Must YOU be carried to the skies
On nOwery beds Of case,
While others fought TO win the prize
Or sailed through bloody seasl
Toplady shouts in his old hymn:
Your harps, ye trembling saints.
Down from the willows take;
Loud to The praise Of love divine.
Bid every string awake.
While Charles Wesley, the Methodist,
breaks forth in his favorite words, little
varied:
A charge to keep you have.
a God to glorify;
4 never dying soul TO save.
And III il for the sky.
OUR FRIENDS IN HEAVEN.
| look again and see the gallery Of our
departed. Many Of those in the other gal
leries we have heard 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 usg
Those fathers and mothers started us on
the road OF life. Are they careless as to
what becomes Of usf And those children
do they look on with stoid indifference 81
to whether we win or lose this battle ).
eternity? Nay: see that child runni *
its hand over your brow and saying, 81 a.
Their. do not fret:" "Mother. do not worr.
They remember the day they left Us
They remember the agony Of the last fage
well. Though years in heaven. they know
our faces. They remember our sorrows
They speak chr names. They watch this
fight for heaven. Nay; ! see them rise up
and lean over and wave before rs their
recognition and encouragement That gal
lery is not full. They are keeping places
for us. After we have slain the lion they
expect the King to call us, saying, Come
up higherl" Between the hot struggles in
the arena wipe the sweat from my brow
and stand on tiptoe, reaching up my right
hand 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 a
crownr'
But here pause overwhelmed with the
majesty and the joy Of the scenel Gallery
Of the King. Gallery of angelsl Gallery
of prophets and apostlesl Gallery of mar
tyrsl Gallery OF saintsl Gallery of friends
and Kindred Oh. majestic circles of light
and Lowell 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 again!
How shall we ever become discouraged
again! 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 glorified
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. No! ye proph-
cts and apostles, whose warnings startle
u.s. Mol We loved ones, whose arms are out
stretched to receive us. mol 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 die;
They see the triumph from afar
And seize it with their eye.
When that illustrious 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 in the
hospital. rose up in bed the last moment
and cried, ''Herel Herer' His attendants
put him back on his pillow and asked him
why he shouted Herer' ooh, heard
the roll call of heaven and | was only am
swering to my namer' l wonder whether,
after this battle of life is over, our names
will be called in the muster roll of the
pardoned and glorified, and with the JOY
of heaven breaking upon our souls we
shall cry, Here, Herel"