Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1892-03-10

lions inane patted by The hand Of a babe.
Ships OF Tarshish bringing cargoes for
Jesus, and the hard, dry, barren, winter
bleached, storm SCARED, thunder split
rock breaking into iuoIs of bright water
Deserts into which dronedaries thrust
their nostrils. because they were afraid Of
the simooin-Sleserts blooming into carnt
tiun roses and silver tipped lilies
1t is the old story. Everybody tells it,
Isaiah told it. John told il, Paul told ii,
Ezekiel told it, Luther told it, Calvin told
II, John Milton told it-everybotly tells IL:
TAD yet-and yet when the midnight shall
lily the hills, and Christ shall marshal his
great army, and China, dashing her idols
into the d,i-t. SHALL hear the y.,ice Of God
and wheel into line, anu india, destroying
her iuggernaut and snatching up her little
children from the Gauges. shall hear the
voice Of God and wheel into line; and vine
covered italy, and all the nations Of the
earth shall hear the voice of God and fall
into line: then the church which has been
toiling aud struggling through the cen
turtles, robed and garlanded like bride
adorned for her husband, shall put aside
her veil and look up into the face Of her
Lord and King, and say. The half-the
half was not told mep'
THE GLoRIEs OF HEAVEN
Well, there is coming greater surprise
TO every Christian-a greater surprise than
anything | have depicted. Heaven is an
old story Everybody talks about it. There
is hardly hymn in the hymn book that
does not refer to it. Children read about
it in their Sabbath school book. Aged
pen put on their spectaeles to study it.
We say it is harbor from the storm. We
call it our home. We say it is the house Of
many mansions. We weave together all
sweet, beautiful, delicate, exhilarant
words; we weave them into letters, and
then we spell il out in rose and lily and
anaranth. And yet that place is going TO
be surprise to the most intelligent Chris
tian.
Like the Queen Of Sheba, the report has
come TO us from the far country, and many
OF us have started. It is "A desert march,
but we urge on the camels. What though
our feet be bistered with the wayt We
are Fastening to the palace. We take all
our loves and hopes aud Christian am
billions, as frankneense and myrrh and
cassia to the great king. We must not
rest. We must not halt. The night IL
coming on, and it is not safe ont here in the
desert. Urge on the camels. see the
domes against the sky, and the houses Of
Lebanon, and the temples and the gardens.
See the fountains dance in the sun, and the
gates flash as they open to let in the poor
pilgrims
Send the word up TO the palace that we
are coming, and that we are weary Of the
march Of the desert The king will come
out and say; welcome TO the palace;
battle in these waters, recline on these
banks. Take this cinnamon and franklin
cense and myrrh and put il upon IA censor
and swing it before the altar" And yet
my friends when heaven barsts upon us il
viii be a greater surprise than that-Jesus
on the throne, and we made like himl All
our Christian friends surrounding us in
glory All our sorrows and tears and sins
gone by foreverl The thousands OF thou
sands. the one hundred and forty and four
thousand, the great multitudes that no
man can number. will cry, world without
end, "The half-the half was not told usp