Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1892-09-09

court that denounced him! Stranger thai
all there il John Calvin aud James Armln-
inst Who would have thought that tnsY
would sit so lovingly tog st1er? Tnere Is
George Whitehsl1 an 1 the ministers wn'
would not let him come into their pulpiGSi D.
Gauss they thought him a fanatic. mar
are the sweet singers Toplaiy, Mont ;ohsry
Charles Wesley, Isaac Watts AMI MI. Oh
Quincy. II heaven had had no music w
fore they went up, they woald nave s'a'"7'
the singing. mil
Aud there the band of missionlries-Davil
Abeel talking OF China redeemed; ana
,Tohn Scudder. Of India saved; AMI Davh
Brainard Of the aborigines evangelism, an
Mrs. Adoniram Judson. whose prayers 10
.Burmah took heaven by violencel All tines
Christians are looking into the arena. Oul
struggle is nothing TO theirs. Do we, Il
Cnrls.s cause, suff.T from the cold? They
walked Greenlanfs icy mountains. Do wa
suffer from the heatg They swelterei in
the tropics. Do Wa get fatigued? They
tainted, with none to care for them but cam
pibals. Are we prosecuted? They were
mathematical. Aud as they look from their
gallery and see us falter in the presence Of
the lions, l seem to hear Isaac Watts address
ing us in his old hymn, only little changed
Mus. YOU DO carried to the skies
IN dowery beds OF ease.
While others fought to win the prlz5
Or sailed through bloody ssas,
Toplady saouts in his old hymn:
Your harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from thu willows take;
Load 10 the praise OF love divine,
Bid every string awake.
While Charles Wesley, the Methodist,
breaks forth in his favorits words, little
variei:
A charge to keep you have,
A God 10 giorfy:
never dying soul to save,
And NJ II for the skYl
look again aud seq thu gallery OF our
departed. Many Of thoss ia tho other
galleries we have heard OF; but these we
knew. Oh, how familiar their faces! Tney
sat at our tables and we walked to the
house of God in company. Have they for
gotten us2 Those fathers ami mothers
started US on the road Of life. Ara they
careless as to what becomes OF u.s. Aud
those chil1ren-do they look on with stolid
indifference as to whether we win or lose
this battle for eternity Nay; l 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 u. They
remember the agony of the last farewell.
Though years in heaven they know our
faces. They remember our sorrOws. They
speak our names They watch this fight for
heaven. Nay, 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 higherr Be
tween the hot struggles in the arena | wipe
the sweat from my brow and stand on tip
30 raarhfnr IN nv rirht hand M rlqCf
thsirs in rapturous handshaking, while their
voices come ringing down from the gallery,
CRYING: "Be thou faithful unto death and
you shall have a crown"
But here pause, overwhelmed with the
majesty and JOY of the scene, Gallery OF
the King Gallery of angels Gallery OF
prophets and apostles Gallery of martyrs
Gallery of saints Gallery of friends ami
kindred Oh, majestic circles OF light and
Lowell Throngsl Throngs! Throngs How
shall we stand the gaze Of the universe .
Myriads Of eyes beaming on US Myriats OF
hearts beating in sympathy for US How
shall we ever dare to sin again How shall
we ever become discourage again, HoH
shall we ever feel lonely again,
With God for as, and angels for u, anl
prophets and apostles for u, and the great
souls of the ages for us, and our gloriie
kindred for uS-shall we give up the light
and die No, Sor of God, who diist die &c
save us. No We angels, whose wings are
spread forth to shelter us. No ye prophets
and apostles. whose warnings startle u No
We loved ones, whose arms are outstretcle
10 receive us. No, we will never surrender.
Sure must hght il wolli reign
Be faithful 10 my Lord;
AMI bear the Cross. endure the pain,
Supported BY Thy Word.
Thy saints 10 all this glorious w1t
Shall conquer thouy IN they die
They see the triumph from atdr
Aud seize IL wi,b their ese
When tina: illus!rious day shall rise,
And all Thine armies shine
In ro1es OF victory thtougl the skies
The glory shall be Thine.
Nv hsarer, shall we die in the arena oil
rise TO Join our friends in the gallery
Through Christ we may come OFF more
than conuuerors. A soldier dying in the
hospital rose up in bed the last moment an.
cried. Here Herem His attendants pu'
him back on his pillow and asked him why
he shouted Here "Oh, | heard the rol
call of heaven and l was only answering e
nv NAME ! wonder whether, after TIM
battle of life is over, our name will be cal!eo
in the muster role OF the pardoned and glorl
fed. and with the JOY Of heaven breakln;
/ 49,, CIR eo,,ls we cry Hderal HereW