The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1892-11-02

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and the king familiarly looked over his
shoulder and said: "What are you play
ingp l see no music before you" And
Mozart put his hand on his brow. a1
much as to say, II am improvising." II
was very well for him, but oh, my
friends, we cannot extemporize Heaven.
If we do not get prepared in this world,
we will never take part in the orches-
tral harmonies Of the saved. 0 that we
were as wise as the crane and the stork,
flying away, flying away from the
tempest
Some of you have felt the pinching
frost of sin. You feel 1t to-day. You
are not happy. / look into your faces
and know you are not happy. There
are voices within your soul that will not
be silenced, telling you that you are
sinners and that without the pardon Of
God you are undone forever. What are
you going to do, my friends, with the
accumulated trausgressions OF this life
timer VIII you stand still and let the
avalanche tumble over you9 0 that
you would go away into the warm heart
Of Gods mercy. The southern grove,
redolent with magnolia and cactus,
never waited for northern hocks as God
has waited for you, saying: VI have
loved thee with an everlasting love-
Come unto me, all ye who are weary
and heavy laden, and l will give you
rest"
Another frost is bidding you away; II
Is the frost of sorrow. Where do you
liveno "O," you say, 'Thave moved"
Why did you move2 You say, II don't
want as large house now as formerly" "
Why do you not want as large house?
You say 'My family is not 30 large. "
Where have they gone to? "EternityP'
Your mind goes back through that last
sickness and through the almost super
natural effort to save life, and through
those prayers that seemed unavailing,
and through that kiss (which received
no response because the lips werd
lifeless, and hear the bells tolling and
/ hear the hearts breaking-while
speak, hear them break. A heartl An
other heart! Alonel alone! alone! This
world, which in your girlhood and boy
hood was sunshine, is cold now, and
oh! weary dove, you fly around thii
world as though you would like to stay,
when the wind and the frost and the
blackening clouds would bid you away
into the heart of an all-comforting God
O, have noticed again and again wha'
a botch this world makes of 1t when Il
tries to comfort q soul in trouble! L
says, Don't cryI" How can we hell
crying when the hearts treasures arr
scattered and father gone, and mothel
is gone, and companions are gone, anc
the child is gone, and everything seemI
gone? It is no comfort to tell 1
man not to cry. The world comes VI
and says: 20, it is only the body O.
your loved one that you have put in the
ground!" But there Is no comfort IL
that That body is precious. Shal
we never put our hand in that han'
again, and shall we never see tha
sweet face again? Away with you
heartlessness, oh worldl But come
Jesus! and tell us that when the tear
fall they fall into Gods bottle; that tn
dear bodies of our loved ones shall ris
radiant in the resurrection; and all tn
brealdngs down here shall be lifted u
there, and "they shall hunger no more
neither thirst no more, neither shal
the sun light on them nor any heat, 10
the Lamb which is in the midst OF Tn
throne shall lead them TO living foun
tains of water, and God shall wipe al
tears from their eyes"
You may have noticed that when tn
chaffinch, or our stork or the Gran
starts on It's migration, it calls all thos
Of its kind to come, too. The tree-top
are full OF chirp, and whistle, and caro-
and the long roll-call. The bird doe
not start off alone. 1t gathers all OF 1t
kind. o that you might be rs wise Il
this migration to Heaven, and that yo'
might gather all your families and you
friends with you! would that Hanna
might take Samuel by the hand, an
Abraham might take Isaac, and Haga
might take Ishmael.
Start for Heaven yourself, and talk
your children with you. Come tho
and all thy house into the ark. Tel
your little ones that there are realms o
balm and sweetness for all those VIII
Ay in the right direction. Swifter tha
eagles stroke, put out for Heaven. LilS
the crane or the stork, stop not nigh
or day until you find the right place 10
stopping.
To-day the Saviour calls,
Ye wanderers come.
o, ye benighted souls,
Why longer roamS
The Spirit calls to-day,
Yield 10 his power.
o, grieye him not away,
'Tis mercy's hour.