The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1892-08-05

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GUS gravel Oh, what glorious thing it
is to diel Oh, the love of Christ, the
love Of Christi What did Mr.. Toplady,
the great hymn maker, say in his last
hours "Who can measure the depth of
the third heaveng Oh, the sunshine that
fills my soul! shall soon be gone, for
surely no one can live in this world after
such glories as God has manifested to
my soul"
What did the dying Faneway sayi
~ can as easily die as close my eyes or
turn my head in sleep, Before a few
hours have passed shall stand on Mount
Zion with the one hundred and forty and
four thousand. and with the Just men
made perfect, and we shall ascribe
riches and honor and glory and majesty
and dominion unto God and the Lamb"
DR.. Taylor, condemned to burn at the
stake, on his way thither broke away
from the guardsmen and went bounding
and leaping and jumping toward the
fire, glad to go to Jesus and to die for
him. Sir Charles Hare, in his last mo-
ment, had such rapturous vision that he
cried, upward, upward, upwardr'
And so great was the peace of one of
Christ's disciples that he put his fingers
upon the pulse in his wrist and counted
it and observed it, and so great was his
placidity that after awhile he said,
stopped" and his life had ended here
to begin in heaven. But grander than
that was the testimony of the worn out
first missionary when in the Mamar-
tine dungeon he cried: ~ am now ready
to be offered, and the time of my depar-
ture is at hand. Ihave fought the good
fight, l have finished my course, have
kept the faith. Henceforth there is laid
up for me a crown of Righteousness
which the Lord, the righteous judge,
will give me in that day, and not to me
only, but to all them that love his ap-
pearingw Do you not see that Christ is
above all in dying alleviations?
WE ARE FASTENING TO THE GRAVE.
Toward the last hour of our earthly
residence we are speeding. When see
the sunset say, Zone day less to live"
When see the spring blossoms scat
tered say, "Another season gone for
ever" When l close this Bible on Sab
bath night say, another Sabbath de-
parted" When l bury friend | say,
"Another earthly attraction gone for
ever What nimble feet the years have!
The roebucks and the lightnings run not
80 fast. From decade to decade, from
sky to sky they go at bound.
There is a place for us, whether
marked or not, where you and l will
sleep the last sleep. and the men are
now living who will with solemn tread
carry us to our resting place. Aye, it is
known in heaven whether our departure
will be coronation or Punishment.
Brighter than banqueting hall through
which the light feet of the dancers go
up and down to the sound of trumpeters
will be the sepulcher through whose
riffs the holy light of heaven streameth.
God will watch you. He will send his
angels to guard your slumbering ground
until at Christ's behest they shall roll
away the stone.
So also Christ is above all in heaven.
The Bible distinctly says that Christ is
the chief theme of the celestial ascrip-
ton, all the thrones facing his throne,
all the palms waved before his face, all
the crowns down at his feet. Cherubim
to cherubim, seraphim to seraphim, re-
deemed spirit to redeemed spirit shall
recite the Saviour's earthly sacrifice.
Stand on some high hill of heaven
and in all the radiant sweep the most
glorious object will be Jesus. Myriads
gazing on the scars of his suffering, in
silence first, afterward breaking forth
into reclamation. The martyrs all the
purer for the fame through which they
passed, will say, "This Is Jesus, for
whom we died." The apostles, all the
happier for the shipwreck and the scour-
ging through which they went, will say,
"This is the Jesus whom we preached
at Corinth, and at Cappadocia, and at
Antioch, and at Jerusalem" Little
children clad in white will say, "This
is the Jesus who took us in his arms
and blessed us, and when the storms
of the world were too cold and
loud brought us into this beautiful
place." The multitudes of the bereft
| will say, "This is the Jesus who COM
| forted us when our heart broke" Many
who had wandered clear off from God
and plunged into vagabondism, but were
saved by grace, will say: "This is the
Jesus who pardoned us. We were lost
on the mountains, and he brought US
home. We were guilty, and he made
us white as snow" Mercy boundless,
grace unparalleled. And then, after
each one has recited his peculiar deliv-
erances and peculiar mercies, recited
them as by solo, all the voices will
come together in great chorus, which
shall make thesarches echo and re-echo
with the eternal reverberation Of glad
ness and peace and triumph.
TO THE HOLY LAND.
Edward I was so anxious to 60 to the
Holy Land that when he was about to
expire he bequeathed $780, to have
his heart, after his decease, taken to the
Holy Land in Asia Minor, and his re-
quest was complied with. But there are
hundreds today whose hearts are already
in the holy land Of heaven. Where
your treasures are there are your hearts
also John Bunyan, of whom spoke at
the opening of the discourse, caught a
| glimpse of that place, and in his quaint
way he said: "And heard in my dream,
and 10! the bells of the city rang again
for joy; and as they opened the gates te
let in the men l looked in after them
and 10! the city shone like the sun, and
there were streets of gold, and men
walked on them, harps in their hands, tc
sing praises with all; and after that they
shut up the gates, which when l had
seen l wished myself among them!'