Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-09-05
addressing US in his old hymn. only a little

ADDRESSING Us IN ms olQ nymn, only little
changed:
Must you be carried to the skies
On howery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prize
II Or sailed through bloody seass
Toplady shouts in his old hymn:
Your harps, We trembling saints.
| Loud to the praise of love divine,
| Bid every string awake.
While Charles Wesley, the Methodist,
breaks forth in his favorite words, little
| varied:
| chorge to keep you have,
| AGod to glorify;
never-dying soul to save.
! And at Ii for the skyt
| / 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 faces! They sat at
| our tables, and we walked TO the house OF
| God in company. Have they forgotten us?
| Those fathers and mothers started us on
| the road of life Are they careless as to
| what becomes OF Us? And those children,
| do they look on with stolid indifference as
| to whether we win or lose this battle for
| eternity?
| Departed Loved Ones Ara Watching Us.
Nay; see that child running its hand over
| your brow and saying, "Father, do not fret;"
Mother, do not worry" They remember
the day they left us. They remember tho
agony of the last farewell Though years in
heaven they know our faces. They remsm-
Der our sorrws. Nay; see them rise up and
lean over, and wave before us their reco gni-
tion and encouragement
That gallery is not full. They are keeping
places FOR u.s. After we have slain the lion,
! they expect the King to call US, saying,
"Come up higher!" Between the hot strug-
giles in the arena l 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
CROWN
But here 1 pause, overwhelmed with the
majesty and the Joy of the scene! Gallery
of the King! Gallery of angels! Gallery of
Gallery of saints! Gallery of friends and
kindred! Ga, majestic circles of light and
lovel Throngs! Throngs! Throngsl How
shall we stand the gaze OF the unfversef
Nyriads of eyes beaming on us! Myr1ads OF
hearts beating in sympathy for usl How
shall we ever dare to sin again? How shall
we ever become discouraged again9 How
shall we ever feel lonely again? With God
for us, and angels for us, and prophets and
apostles for u.s. and the great souls OF the
ages for us, and our glorlfied kindred for us
shall ue give up the fight and dief
A Few Words of Courage.
MOI Son OF God, who didst die to save us.
mol We angels, whose wings are spread forth
to shelter us. No! ye prophets and apostles,
whose warnings startle us. No! ye loved
ones, whose arms are outsiretched to receive
US. No! we will never surrender
Sure must fight II would reign
Be faithful to my Lord;
And bear the Cross endure the pain,
Supported by Thy Word.
Thy saints IN all this glorious
Shall conquer, though they die;
They The triumph from afar,
And seize 1t 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 gallery9
Through Christ we may come of more than
conQuerops. A soldier, dying in the hospital,
rose up in bed the last moment and cried, l
Here! HeSG" His attendants put him
back on his pillow, and asked him why he
shouted "Herer' ''On! heard the roll call
of heaven, and was only answering 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 glori1ed,
and, with the joy OF heaven breaking upon
our souls, we shall cry, "Here! Herer'