Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1892-11-05

be swept out by heaven-born halle
lujahs. Some one asked Haydn, the
celebrated musician, why he always
composed such cheerful music. why"
he said, IL can't do otherwise. When /
think of God my soul is so full
of Joy that the notes leap and
dance from my PEN" wish we might
all exult melodiously before the
Lord. With God for our Father and
Christ for our Saviour and Heaven for
our home, and angels for future COM
panions, and eternity for lifetime, we
should strike all the notes of joy. Go
ing through the wilderness of this
world let us remember that we are on
the way to the summary cline of
Heaven, and from the migratory popu-
lations flying through this autumnal
air learn always to keep singing:
Children OF the heavenly King,
| AS We journey, sweetly sing;
Sing your Saviour's worthy praise,
Glorious In His works and ways.
Ye are travelling home TO God,
In the way your fathers trod;
They arc happy now, and We
Soon their happiness shall see.
The church of God never will be a
triumphant church until it becomes
singing church.
90 further and remark that the
birds of the air are wiser than we, in
the fact that in their migration they
fly very high. During the summer,
when they are in the fields, they often
come within reach of the gun, but when
they start for the annual flight south
ward they take their places and go
straight as an arrow to the mark. The
longest rife that was ever brought to
shoulder cannot reach them. Would to
God that we were as wise as the stork
and crane in our fight heavenward.
We fly so low that we are in easy range
of the world, the flesh and devil. We
are brought down by temptations that
ought not to come within mile of
reaching us. o, for some of the faith
of George Muller, of England, and
Alfred Goodman, once of the church
militant. now of the church tri-
umphant! So poor is the type of piety
in the church of God now that men
actually caricature the idea that there
is any such thing as higher life. Molcs
never did believe in eagles. But, my
brethren, because we have not reached
these heights ourselves, shall we deride
the fact that there are any such heights?
A man was once talking to Brunei, the
famous engineer, about the length of
the railroad from London to Bristol.
The engineer said: 1T isl not very great
We shall have, after awhile, steamer
running from England to New York"
They laughed him to scorn; but we
have gone so far now that we have
ceased to laugh ut anything as impos-
sible for human achievement. Then, /
ask, is anything impossible for the
Lord? do not believe that God eX-
hausted all his grace in Paul, and Lati-
mer, and Edward Payson. believe
there are higher points of Christian at
tainment to be reached in the future
ages of the Christian world
You tell me that Paul went up to the
tip top of the Alps of Christian attain
ment. Then tell you the storlS and
crane have found above the Alps plenty
of room for free flying. We go out and
we conquer our temptations by the
grace of God, and lie down. On the
morrow those temptations rally them
selves and attack us, and by the grace
of God we defeat them again: but stay
ing all the time in the old encampment,
we have the same old battles to fight |
over Why not whip out our tempta-
tions, and then forward march, making |
one raid through the enemy's country,
stopping not until we break ranks after |
the last victory? Do, my brethren, let |
us have some novelty of combat, at any !
rate, by changing, by going on, by |
making advancement, trading off our |
stale prayers about sins we ought to |
have quit long ago, going on toward
n higher state of Christian character, |
and routing out sins that we have
never thought of yet The fact is, if
the church of God-if we, us individuals,
made rapid advancement in the Chris
tan life-these stereotyped prayers we
have been making for ten or fifteen
years would be as inappropriate to us
as the shoes and the hats and the coats
we wore ten or fifteen years ago. o
for niger fight in the Christian life,
the stork and the crane in their migra-
ton teaching us the lesson!
Dear Lord, and shall we ever live,
At this poor dying rate
Our love so faint so cold to Thee,
And Thine TO us so great!
Again remark that the birds of the
air are wiser than we, because they
know when to start If you should go
put now and shout: ''Stop, storks and
cranes. don't be in a hurry" they would
say: mo, we cannot stop Last night
we heard the roaring in the woods bid
ling us away, and the shrill flute of the
north wind has sounded the retreat
We must GO We must go" So they
gather themselves into companies and.
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