Democratic messenger., 1892-11-05
unto me. all We who are weary anu
heavy laden. and will give you rest"
SORROW WARNS Us To PREPARE.

heavy laden. and will give you rest"
SORROW WARNS Us To PREPARE.
Another frost is bidding you away
il is the frost of sorrow. Where do you
live now? oh" you say, Il have
moved Why did you move: You say.
IL don't want as large house now as
formerly" Why do you not want as
large a house: You say. My family is
not So large" Where have they gone?
ITO eternity Your mind goes back
through that last sickness. and through
the almost supernatural effort To save
life, and through those prayers that
seemed unavailing. and through that kiss
which received no response because the
lips We're lifeless. and | hear the bells
tolling and hear the hearts breaking
while | speak hear them break. A
heart. Another heart, Alone, alone.
alone.
This world. which i'll your girlhood
and boyhood was sunshine, is cold now,
and. oh, weary dove, you fly around this
world as though You would like to stay,
when the wind, and the frost, and the
blackening clouds would bid you away
into the heart of an all comforting
God. Oh. have noticed again and
again what botch this world makes
of it when it tries 10 comfort
soul in trouble! 1t says, Don't cryr
How can we help crying when the
hearts treasures are scattered, and ia
ther is gone, and mother is gone, and
companions are gone. and the child is
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Ii is no comfort to tell man not to
cry. The world comes up and says,
"Oh. it is only the body of your loved
one that you have put in the ground!"
But there is no comfort in that. That
body is precious. Shall we never put
our hand i'll that hand again, and shall
we never see that sweet face again;
Away with your heartlessness, oh, world.
But come, Jesus. and tell us that when
the tears fall they fall into Gods bottle;
that the dear bodies of our loved ones
shall rise radiant i'll the resurrection,
and all the breakings down here shall be
lifted up there. and "they shall hunger
no more, neither thirst no more. neither
shall the sun light on them. nor any
heat. for the Lamb which is i'll the midst
of the throne shall lead them to living
fountains of water, and God shall wipe
all tears from their eyes.
You may have noticed that when the
chafiinch, or the stork. or the crane starts
on its migration it calls all those of its
kind TO come too. The tree tops are full
of chirp and whistle and carol and the
long roll call. The bird does not start
off alone. 1t gathers all of its kind. Oh,
that you might be as wise in this migra-
tion to heaven, and that you might
gather all your families and your friends
with you. | would that Hannah might
take Samuel by the hand. and Abraham
might take Isaac. and Hagar might take
Ishmael
Start for heaven yourself, and take
your children with YOU. Come thou and
all thy house into the ark. Tell your
little ones that there are realms of balm
and sweetness for all those who fly in
the right direction. Swifler than eagles
stroke put ont for heaven. Like the
crane or the stork, stop not night nor
day until you find the right place for
stopping.
Today the Saviour calls.
Yc wanderers come.
Oh, ye benighted souls.
Why longer roam:
The Spirit calls today
Yield to- his power.
Oh, grieye him not away.
'Tis merCy's hour.