The Bossier banner., 1892-09-22

vast prOQucGa anu comes IN Win wash
importation = sails patched, masta
spliced, pumps all working to keep out
the water; it has come through the
hurricane which has sunk twenty
steamers. The bronzed men are
cheering among the rigging. Now
the men-of-war anchored in the harbor
boom forth their welcome through
the post-holes- So there are some Chris
tians who are having, an easy time. 1t
seems to them smc 9th sailing all the
way. When they get into Heaven there
will be no excitement; there will be
very few people who will ever find out
they are there. But those Christians
who have gone through hundred mid
night hurricanes.-storms to the right
of them, storm to the left of them,
storm all the w way-when they come up
the harbor of Heaven all the redeemed
will turn OF to greet them and bid
thom hail and welcome.
l go further, and tell you that the
Christian wns not only this world, but
he owns the next world. No chasm to
be leaped, no desert to be crossed.
There IS the wall; there is the gate of
Heaven. He owns all on this side.
Now, am going to show you that he
owns all on the other side. Death is
not ruffian that comes down to burn
us out of house and home, destroying
the house of the tabernacle, so that
we shall be homeless forever. Oh,
no! He is only black messen-
ger who comes to tell us it is
time to move; to tell us to get out of
his hut, and go up into the palace.
The Christian owns all Heaven. "All
are yours" It's palaces of beauty, its
towers of strength, its castles of love.
He will not walk in the eternal city as
f ,reigner in a strange city, but as
far mer walks over his own premises.
"A]l are yours" All the mansion yours.
Angels your companions. Trees of life
your shade. Hills of glory your look
out 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: 'My Father" You look up
into the face of Jesus, and say: 'My
brother" Walk out on the battlements
of Heaven and look off upon the city of
the sun. No tears. No sorrow. No
death. No smoke of toiling warehouse
curling on the air. No voice of bias
phemy thrilling through that bright,
clear Sabbath morning. No din of
strife jarring the air. Then take out
your deed, and remember that from
throne to throne, and from wall to
wall, and from horizon to horizon, ''An
are yours"
Then get up into the temple of the
sun, w,orshipers in white, each with
palm branch. and from high gallery
of that temple look down upon the
thousands of thousands, and the ten
Thousand times ten thousand, and the
one hundred and forty and four thou
sand. and the ''great multitude that no
man can number" and louder than the
rush of the wheels, louder than the
tramp of the redeemed. hear a voice
saying: ''All are yoursr' See the
great procession marching around the
throne of God. Martyrs who went up
on wings of flame. Invalids who went
mp from couches of distress. Toilers
who went up from the work house, and
the factory and the mine. All the suf-
fering and the bruised children of God.
See the chariots of salvation; in them
those who were more than cor querors.
See them marching around about the
throne of God forever and forever, and
know that ''all are yours!"
Oye who have pains of body that ex-
ctr
patience, 7 hold before you this morn
ing the land of eternal health and of
imperisha ble beauty, and "all is yours"
o We who have hard work to get
your daily bread, hard work to
shelter your children frorn 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 filed them. and all that
is yours. O ye whose hearts are buried
in the grave of your dead-O We whose
happiness went by long ego-o We who
mourn for countenances 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 Ran
somed ones from you parted long ago,
now radiant with joy that shall never
cease, and love that shall never grow
cold, and wearing garments that shall
never wither, and know all that is
yours. Yours the love. Yours the ac-
claim. Yours the transport. Yours .he
cry of the four-and- twenty elders.
Yours the ehoiring of cherubim. Yours
the Lamb that was slain.
In the vision of that glorious consum-
nation l almost lose my foothold, and
have to hold fast lest be overborne by
the glory. The vision rose before st.
John on Patmos, and he saw Christ in
blood-red garment, riding on a white
horse, and all Heaven following Him
on white horses What a procession,
Let Jesus ride. He walked the wav
-footsore, weary and faint Now let Him
ride. White horse of victory, bear on
our Chief Hosanna to the son of Da-
vid! Ride on, Jesus! Let all Heaven fol-
low Him. These cavalry of God fought
well and they fought triumphantly.
Now let them be mounted The pave