Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1892-03-12

discover lOf inc Ene extent Oh lilis
ocean.
That craft puts out i'll 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 / shout to them from
the beach, Have you found the
shorei" and they answer, No shore
to Gods mercy" Swift angels, dis
patched from the throne, attempt to
go across it. For million years
they fly and fly, but then come back
and fold their wings at the foot of
the throne, and cry, No shore, no
shore To Gods mercy!
Mercy, Mercy! Mercy l sing
it. preach it. | pray it. Here |
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 Mercy,
Mercy. Mercy. There is no depth
it cannot fathom, there is no height
it cannot scale, there is no infinity it
cannot compass. take my stand
under this goodly cedar and see the
fiocks flying thither They are torn
with the shot of temptation, and
wounded and sick and Scared Some
fought with iron beak. some once
feasted on carcasses. some were fierce
of eye and cruel of talon. but they
came, flock after flock All fowl of
every wing.
ALL TIE DYING.
Again, all the dying will find their
nest in this Soodly cedar 1t is cruel
to destroy a birds nest, but death
does not hesitate to destroy one
There was beautiful nest III the
next street Lovingly the parents
brooded over it. There We're 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
us Let the storms beat. and the
branches of the cedar toss on the
wind no danger. When a storm
comes, you can see the 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 up There come men
who once were hard and cruel and
desperate i'll 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, fiocking through the
gates of life-''All fowl of every
wing" These were white. and came
from northern homes; these were
black. and ascended 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 a good
soul to enter heaven A prominent
business man i'll Philadelphia went
home one afternoon, lay down on the
lounge and said, 1t is time for me to
go" He was very aged. His daugh-
ter said to him, Are you sickn He
said: No, 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
rs quick us 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
saws. You have had enough of this
come up higher - Do you hurt lily
when you pluck it, Is there any
rudeness when Jesus touches the
cheek. and the red rose of health
whitens into the lily of immortal
purity and gladness!
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
birds gathering in the tree at the 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
the 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 be gone. If all
this audience is saved as hope they
will be 1 see them entering into life
Some have had it hard, some have
had it easy Some were brilliant,
some were dull. Some were rocked
by pious parentage, others have had
their infantile cheeks scalded with
/ the tears of woe. Some crawled. as
it We're, into the kingdom on their
hands and knees. and some seemed
to enter in chariots of flaming fire
Those fell from ships mast, these
were crushed i'll mining disaster
They are Gods singing birds now.
No gun of huntsman shall shoot them
down. They gather on the trees of
life and fold their wings on the
branches, and far away from frosts
and winds and night they sing until
the hills are flooded with joy, and the
skies drop music, and the arches of
pearl send back the echoes All fowl
of every wing"
Behold the saints. beloved of God.
Washed their robes in Jesus blood:
Brighter than angels. 10. they shine.
Their glories splendid and sublime
Through tribulation great they came;
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