The Red Cloud chief., 1892-09-16

49, peahe W. ANSs DoN AhoNtht
talking Of China redeemed, and John
Scuddcr. of India saved. and David
Hrainard, OF the aborigincs evangelical,
and Mrs. Adoniram Judson, whose
prayers for Burmah ooh Heaven by
%violencel All these Christians are look
ing into the arena. Our struggle Is
nothing to theirs! Do we, in Christ's
cause, suffer from the cold? They
walked Greenland's icy mountains. Do
we suffer from the heat? They swell
tered in the tropics. Do we get fatigued?
They tainted, with none to are for
them but cannibals. Are we prosecuted?
They were mathematical. And as they
look from their gallery and see us fall
ter in the presence of the lions, I seem
to hear Isaac Watts addressing us ip his
old hymn, only a little changed:
Must YOU be carried TO the skies
On fiowery beds OF ease,
While others fought TO win the prize
Or sailed through bloody seasr
Toplady shouts in his old hymn:
Your harps. sc trembling saints.
Down from the willows take:
Loud to the praise OF love divine.
Bid every string awake.
While Charles Wesley, the Methodist,
breaks forth in his ~favorite words, a lit
tic varied:
a charge to keep you have,
A God TO glory;
A never diving soul TO save,
And 1T IL for the sky!
l look again and / see the gallery OF
| our departed. Many of those in the
other galleries we have heard Of; but
these we knew. o! how familiar their
faces! They sat at u tables, and we
| walked to the house Of God in company.
Have they forgotten US? Those fathers
and mothers started us on the Dad Of
life. Are they careless rs to what be.
| comes Of us? And those children: Do
| they look on with stolid indifference Is
to whether we win or lose this battle
for eternity? Nay; I see that child run.
ming its hand over your brow and say
ing: Father, do not fret" Mother, d.
not worry" They remember the day
they left us. They remember the
agony Of the last farewell. Though
years in Heaven they know our faces.
They remember our sorrows. They
speak cur names. They watch this
fight for Heaven. Nay; l see them rise
up and lean over, and wave before us
their recognition and encouragement
That gallery is not full. They are
keeping places for us. After we have
slain the lion they expect the King to
call us, saying, ''Come up higher!" Be-
tween the hot struggles in the arena I
wipe the sweat from my brow and
stand on tiptoe, reaching up my right
hand TO clasp their in rapturous hand
shaking, while their voices come
ringing down from the gallery, crying,
"Be thou faithful unto death, md you
shall have q crown"
But here ] pause, overwhelmed with
the majesty and the Joy Of the scenel
Gallery of the king! Gallery of angelsl
Gallery OF prophets and apostles! Gal
lcry Of martyrs! Gallery of saints! Gal
lcry Of friends md kindred! D. majes-
tic circles Of light and love! Throngs!
Throngs! Throngs! How shall we
stand the gaze of the universe?
Myriads of eyes beaming on us!
Myriads OF hearts beating In sym.
pathy for us! How shall we ever dare
TO sin again? How shall we ever be-
come discouraged again? How shall
we ever feel lonely again? With God
for us, and angels for us. and prophets
and apostles for MS, and the great souls
of the ages for MS, and our glorified kim
bred for us-shall we give up the fight
and die? No! Son of God, who didst
die TO save us. No! We angels, whose
wings are spread forth to shelter us
No! we prophets and apostles, whose
warnings startle us. No! We loved ones,
whose arms are outstretched to receive
ne M, we will never surranler,
Sure I must fght II I would reign
BE faithful to my Lord;
And bear the cross, endure the pain.
Supported by Thy word.
Thy saints In ail this glorious war
Shall conquer. though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
And seize II 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.
My hearers! Shall we die in the
arena or rise TO join our friends in the
gallery? Through Christ we may come
of more than conquerors. A soldier,
dying In the hospital, rose up in bed
l the last moment and cried, "Herel
!; Here!" His attendants put him back
/. on his pillow and asked him why he
S shouted "Hcrc!" 20, l heard the roll
r call Of Heaven and ! was only answer
ing to my name!' ] wonder whether,
after this battle of life Is over, our
names will he called in the muster
I roll of the pardoned and glorifed, and,
I with the JOY of Heaven breaking upon
{ onr souls, we shall cry, Here! Here!'
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