The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1892-09-23

clothe you, o We of little faith?' What
is the use of worrying for fear some
thing will happen 70 your home. He
blesseth the habitation of the just"
What is the use of fretting lest you
will be overcome of temptations? God
is faithful, who will not suffer you to
be tempted above that we are able; but
will with the temptation also make a
way to escape, that We may be able to
escape, that We may be able to bear it. "
o. this Kings highway! Trees of life
on either side, bending over until their
branches interlock and drop midway
their fruit and shade. Houses of enter
poor pilgrims. Tables spread with a
feast of good things, and walls adorned
with apples of gold in pictures of silver.
/ start out on this Kings highway and
/ find harper, and l say: What is
your name?" The harper makes no
response, but leaves me to guess, as,
with his eyes toward Heaven and his
hand upon the trembling strings, this
tune comes ripping on the air: The
Lord is my light and my salvation.
Whom shall fear? The Lord is the
strength of my life; of whom shall be
afraid?' go little further on the
same road and meet trumpeter of
Heaven and l say: Haven't you got
some music for tired pilgrim?" And
wiping his lip and taking long breath,
he puts his mouth to the trumpet and
Gh
hunger no more, neither shall they
thirst any more, neither shall the sun
light on them, nor any heat, for the
lamb which is in the midst of the throne
shall lead them to living fountains OF
water, and God shall wipe away all
tears from their eyes" / go little
distance further on the same road, and
l meet a maiden of Israel. She has no
harp, but she has cymbals. They look
as if they had rusted from sea spray;
and / say to the maiden of Israel:
Have you no song for pilgrim?" And
like the clang of victor's shields the
cymbals clap as Miriam begins to dis
course: Sing We to the Lord, for He
hath triumphed gloriously; the horse
and the rider hath He thrown into the
sea-" And then | see white robed
group. They come bounding toward
me, and l say: "Who are they? The
happiest, and the brightest, and the
fairest in all Heaven-who are they?"
And the answer comes: These are
they who came out of great tribula-
tons, and had their robes washed and
made with the blood of the Lamb "
l pursue this subject only one step
further. What is the terminus? l do
not care how fine a road you put me on,
i want to know how it comes out. My
text declares it: THE redeemed of the
Lord comes to Zion" You know what
Zion was. That was the Kings palace.
1t was mountain fastnesS 1t was i'm
pregnable. And so Heaven is the fast
ness of the universe. No howitzer has
long enough range to shell those
towers. Let all the batteries of earth
and hell blaze away; they cannot break
those gates. Gibralter was taken; Sc
bastopol was taden; Babylon fell; but
those walls of Heaven shall never sur
render either to human or Satanic be-
siegement. The Lord God Almighty
is the defense of it. Great capital of
the universe. Terminus of the Kings
highway
DIR. Dick said that. among other
things, he thought in Heaven we should
study chemistry and geometry and
comic sections. Southey thought that
in Heaven we would have the pleasure
of seeing Chaucer and Shakespeare.
Now, d.. Dick may have his mathe-
MATES for all eternity, and Southey his
Shakespeare. Give me Christ and my
old friends-that is all the heaven l
want that is heaven enough for me. o,
garden of light, whose leaves never
wither and whose fruits never fail. o,
banquet of God, whose sweetness never
pals the taste and whose guests are
kings forever. o, city of light, whose
walls are salvation and whose gates are
praisel o, palace of rest, where God is
the Monarch and everlasting ages the
length of his reign. o, song louder
than the surf beat of many waters, yet
soft as the whisper of cherubim.
When my last wound is healed, when
the last heart break is ended, when the
last tear of earthly sorrow is wiped
away, and when the redeemed of the
Lord shall come to Zion, then let all the
harpers take down their harps, and all
the trumpeters take down their trump
cts and all across Heaven there be
chorus of morning stars, chorus of
white robbed victors, chorus of martyrs
from under the throne, chorus of ages,
chorus of worlds, and there be but one
song sung, and but one name spoken,
and but one throne honored-that of
Jesus only.