Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1892-09-10


violence! 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. Dove get fatigued?
They tainted, with none to care 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, seem
to hear Isaac Watts addressing us in his
old hymn, only little changed:
Mus, you be carried TO the skies
On flowery beds OF ease,
While others fought TO win the prize
Or sailed through bloody seas:
Toplady shouts in his old hymn:
YoSr harps ye 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, lit
tie varied:
a charge to keep you have,
a God TO glory:
A never dying soul 10 save
And hit IL for the Sky!
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 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 be-
comes of US? And those children: DO
they look on with stolid indifference as
to whether we win or lose this battle
for eternity? Nay; see that child run
ming its hand over your brow and say
ing: "Father, do not fret Mother, do
not worry" They remember the day
they left us. They remember the
agony Of the last farewell. Though
years in Heaven they know orr 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 MS, saying, Come up higher
But here ! pause, overwhelmed with
the majesty and the joy OF the scene!
Gallery of the king! Gallery of angels!
Gallery of prophets and apostles! Gal
lery of martyrs! Gallery Of saints. Gal
lery of friends and kindred. o, ma jcs-
tic circles of light and love! Throngs!
Throngs! Throngs! How shall we
stand the gaze of the universe?
Myriads of eyes beaming onS us!
Myriads of hearts beating in sym
pathy for us! How shall we ever dare
to sin again? How shall we eSer be-
como discouraged again? How shall
we ever feel lonely again? With God
for us, and angels for u.s. and prophets
and apostles for us, and the great souls
OF the ages for Us, and our glorifed kim
bred for us-shall we give up the fight
and die? No! Son of God, who didst
die to save us. No! ye 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
us. No. we will never surrender!
Sure must fight II 1 would reign
BE faithful TO my Lord:
And bear the cross, endure the pain,
Supported by Thy word
Thy saints in all this glorious war
Shall conquer though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
And seize II with their eye.
When that illustri)us 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
gallery? Through Christ we may come
off more than conquerors. A soldier,
dying in the hospital, rose up in bed
the last moment and cried, Here!
Herew His attendants put him back
on his pillow and asked him why he
shouted "Here!" 20, l heard the roll
call of Heaven and / was only answer
ing to my name!" ! wonder whether,
after this battle of life is over, our
names will be called in the muster
roll of the pardoned and glorifed, and,
with the joy of Heaven breaking upon
our souls, we shall cry, Here! Here!"
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lyon shouldn't fight with neigh