The Globe-republican., 1892-07-25

is the wall. there is the gate of Heaven.
He owns all on this side. Now am 60
ing to show you that he owns all on the
other side. Death is not q ruftian that
comes down to burn US out of house and
home, destroying the house of the taber-
nacle so that we should be home
less forever. Oh, no! He is only a
black messenger who comes to tell US it
is time to move; to tell us to get out of
this hut and go up into the palace. The
Christian owns all Heaven. ''All are
yours" Its palaces of beauty. its tow
ers of strength, its castles of love. He
eigner in strange city, but as farmer
walks over his own premises.
"All are yours" All the mansions
yours. Angels your companions. Treesof
life yonr shade. Hillsof glory your look
you will shout the triumph. Jesus is
the face of God and say My father. :"
You look up into the face of Jesus and
say. my brother" Walk out on the
battIements of Heaven and look off upon
the city of the sun. No tears. No sor-
row. No death. No smoke Of tOiling
warehouse curling on the air. No voice
Of blasphemy thrilling through that
bright, clear Sabbath morning No din
of strife Earring the air. Then take Out
your deed. and remember that from
throne to throne. and from wall to wall,
and from horizon to horizon, ''All are
yours"
Then get up into the temple of the
sun, worshippers in white, each with a
palm branch. and from high gallery of
that temple look down upon the thou
sands of thousands. and the ten thousand
times ten thousand, and the one hundred
and forty and four thousand, and the
great multitude that no man cal num-
ber," and louder than the rush of the
wheels, louder than the tramp of the re-
deemed, hear voice saying, "All are
yours See the great procession march
ing around the throne of God: Martyrs
who went up on wings of fame. In
valids who went up from touches of dis
tress. TOilers who went up from the
workhouse and the factory and the
mine. All the suffering and the bruised
children of God. See the chariOts of
salvation; in them those who were more
than conQuerOrs. See them marching
around about the throne of God forever
and forever, and know that "all are
yours"'
O. We who have pains of body that ex-
haust your strength and wear out your
patience, hold before you this morning
the land of eternal health and of I'M
perishable beauty and ''all is yours!"
o We who have hard work to get your
daily bread, hard work to shelter your
children from the storm. lift before you
the vision of that land where they never
hunger, and they never thirst, and God
feeds them, and robes cover them. and
the warmth of eternal love fills them,
and all that is yours.
O. we whose hearts are buried in the
grave of your dead-O We whose happi-
ness went by long agO-O We who mourn
for cOuntenances that never will light
up and for eyes closed fOrever-sit no
longer among the tombS, but look here!
A home that shall never be broken up.
Green fields never cleft OF the grave.
Ransomed one from YOU parted long ago
now radiant with joy that shall never
cease, and a love that shall never grow
cold. and wearing garments that shall
never wither, and know all that is yours
Yours the love. Yours the acclaim
Yours the transport. Yours the cry of
the four and twenty elders. Yours the
of cherubim. Yours the lamb
that was slain.
In the vision of that glorious cOnsum-
nation almost lose my foothold. and
have to hold fast lest l be overbOrne BY
tie glory. The vision rose before St.
John on PatmoS, and he saw Christ in a
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horse, and all Heaven following Him on
white horses. What procession! Let
Jesus ride. He walked the way footsOre
weary and faint. Now let Him ride.
While horse of victory. bear on our
chief, HOSanna to the Son of David.
Ride on, Jesus! Let all Heaven follow |
Him. These cavalry of God fought well
and they fought triumphantly. Nowlet |
them be mounted. The pavements of
gold ring under the flying hoofs Swords |
sheathed and victories won, like conquer
ers they sit on their chargers. Ye
troops of God, ride on! ride onI |
ten thousand abreast, cavalcade after |
cavaicade. No blood dashed to the |
lips. No blood dripping from the fet- |
Ocks. No smoke of battle breathed |
from the nostriL The battle is ended
the victory won!
Oh. if there be any present who are
yet enemies of the cross of Christ, be-
;eech them at once TO be reconciled to
Tod! Remember if you are not found
lmOng ttat white robed army who fol-
ow the Saviour in His victorious march
'our part must be with those concerning
whom it is said. THE Lord Jesus shall
,e revealed from Heaven in flaming fire,
aking vengeance on those that know
lot God, and obey not the Gospel of our
Lord Jesus Christ, who shall be pun
shed with everlasting destruction from
he presence Of the Lord and from tho
'lory Of His power, when He shall como
o be glori.ied in His saints. and to tie
admired in all them that believe"
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