The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1892-03-18

ger. WhenSthe storm comes you car
see the birds flying to the woods. Ere
the storm of death comes down. let us
fly to the goodly cedar. OF what great
varieties Heaven will be made up
There come men who once were hard
and cruel, and desperate in wickedness,
yet now, soft and changed by grace,
come into glory: "All fowl of every
wing" And here they come. the chill
dren who were reared in loving home
circles, flock ng through the gates of
life; "All fowl of every wing" These
were white and came from northern
homes; these were black and as
cended from southern plantations;
these were copper colored and
went up from Indian reservations.
"An fowl of every wing" So
God gathers them up 1t is astonishing
how easy it 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 for me to 60" He was very
aged. His daughter said to him: Are
you sick?" He said: mo; but it is
time for me to go. Have John put it in
two of the morning papers that my
friends may know that l am gone.
Good-by," and as quick as that God had
taken him.
1t is easy to 60 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 by the hand and says: You have
had enough of this; come up" Do you
hurt a 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 immoral purity
and gladness?
When autumn comes and the giant
of the woods smites his anvil and the
leafy sparks flv on the autumnal gale,
then there will be thousands of birds
gathering in the tree at the corner of
the field just before departing TO
warmer chimes and they will call and
sing until the branches drop with The
melody There is better CLINE for us
and by and by we shall immigrate. We
gather in the branches of the goodly
cedar, in preparations for departure
You heard our voices in the opening
song; you will hear them in the closing
song-voices good, voices bad, voices
happy, voices distressful-''Allf fowl of
every wing" BY and by we shall be
gone. If all this audience is saved-as
] hope they will bel see them enter
ing into life. Some have had It hard,
some have had it easy. Some were
brilliant. some were dull Some were,
rocked by pious parentage, others have
had their infantile checks scaldcd with
the 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 a ships mast, these were crushed
in a mining disaster. They are Gods
singing birds now. No gun of hunts
man shoots them down. They gather
on the trees of life and fold their wings
on the branches, and, far away from
frosts, and winds, aud night, they sing
until the hills are flooded with joy, ard
the skies drop music, and the arches of
pearl send back the echoes-"All fowl
OF every wing.
Behold the slints, beloved of God.
Washed are their robes in Jesus blood
Brighter than angels, lol they shine,
Their glories splendid and sublime.
Through tribulation great they came;
They bore the cross and scorned the shame,
Now. in the heavenly temple blest,
With God they dwell; on Him they rest
While everlasting ages rcll,
Eternal love shi I'll feast their soul,
And scenes of bliss forever new,
Rise in succession TO tkeir view.