Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-03-07

| Who gave you that Bible? oh! it has been
! a story of goodness and mercy all the way
| through. You have been one of Gods pet
children. Who fondled you. and caressed
astray, and wanted to come back, did he
ever refuse?
God Never Weary of Forgiving.
know of a father who, after his SON came
| back the fourth time, said: "No; forgave
you three times, but will never forgive you
again." And the son went of and died. But
God takes back his children the thousandth
time as cheeriully as the first. As easily as
with my handkerchief strike the dust of
book, God will wipe ont all your sins.
There are hospitals for 'incurables."
When men are hopelessly sick, they are sent
there. Thank God, there is no hospital for
spiritual incurables. Though you had the
worst leprosy that ever struck a soul, your
flesh shall come again like the flesh of q lit
tie child.
Mercy! Mercy! Mercy! sing it. preach
it. pray it. Here l find a man bound
stroke of the hammer Of Gods truth the
chains fall off and he is free for ever Mercy!
Mercy! Mercy! There is no height it can
not scale, there is no infinity it cannot COM
pass.
Again: all the dying will find their nest in
this goodlv cedar. 1t is cruel to destroy n
birds nest but death does not hesitate to
the next street. Lovingly the parents
brooded over it. There were two or three
little robins in the nest. The scarlet fever
birds are gone. Only those are safe who
have their nests in the goodly cedar. They
have over them ''the feathers of the Al
mighty"
All Sorts and Conditions in Heaven.
OF what great varieties heaven will be
hard and cruel, and desperate in wicked
ness, yet now, soft and changed by grace,
they come into glory: "All fowl of every
wing" And here they come. the children
who were reared in loving home circles.
flocking through the gates Of life: "All fowl
of every wing" These were white, and
came from Northern homes: these were
black, and assembled from Southern planta-
tions; these were copper colored, and went
up from Indian reservations; "All fowl OF
every wing" So God gathers them up. tits
astonishing how easy 1t is for good soul to
enter heaven.
A prominent business man in Philadelphia
went home one afternoon. lay down on the
lounge, and said: at is time Ior me to 60"
He was very aged. His daughter said to
him: Are you sick?" He said: mo: but it
two of the morning papers, that my friends
may know that am gone. Goodbye" and as
quick as that God had taken him.
1t is easy to go when the time comes. There
are no ropes thrown out to pull us ashore;
there are no ladders let down to pull us up.
Christ comes and takes us Ivy the hand and
says You have had enough OF this: come
mp higher" Do you hurt Il lily when you |
pluck it? Is there any rudeness when Jesus |
touches the cheek. and the red rose of |
health whitens into the lily Of immortal |
purity and gladneSs? |
When autumn comes and the giant of the |
woods smites HIS anvil and the sparks ny on |
the autumnal gale, then there will be thou |
sands of birds gathering in the tree at the |
corner of the field iTet bp fore denartinQ to /
warmer climes, and they will call and sing |
until the branches drop with the melody.
Gathering in the Old Cedars.
There is a better CLINE for u.s. and by and |
by we shall migrate. We gather in the |
branches of the goodly cedar, in preparation
for departure. You heard our voices in tue
opening song; you will hear them in the
closing song-voices good, voices bad, voices
happy, voices distressful-"All fowl of every
wing" Bv and by we shall be gone.
II all this audience is saved-as hope
they will bel see them entering into life
easy. Some were brilliant, some were dull.
Some were rocked by pious parentage,
others have had their infantile cheeks
scalded with their tears of woe. Some
crawled. as it were, into the kingdom on
their hands and knees, and some seemed to
enter in chariots of flaming fire. Those fell
from ships mast, these were crushed In
mining disaster.
They are Gods singing birds now. No gun
of hun tsman shall shoot them down. They |
gather on the trees of life and fold their
frosts and winds, and night, they sing until
the hills are hooued with JOY and the skies
drop music, and the arches of pearl send
back the echoes-"AIl fowl of every wing"
Behold the saint beloved of God, |
Washed are their robes in Jesus blood.
Brighter than angels. 10. they shine,
Their glories splendid and sublime.
Through tribulation great they came;
They bore the cross and rned the shame; |
Now, in the heavenly temple blest. |
With God they dwell; on Him they rest.
While everlasting ages roll.
Eternal love shall feast their soul,
And scenes of bliss, for new,
Rise In succession TO their view.