The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1892-11-10


Some one asked Haydn. the celebrat
such cheerful music. "Why," he SAID
II can't do otherwise When | think 0
God my soul is so full of joy that the
notes leap and dance from my pen."
wish we might all eXut melodiously be-
fore the Lord. With God for our Faith
er and Christ tor our Saviour, and hcav
en- for our home, and angels for future
companions, and eternity for lifetime
we should strike all the notes of Joy
Going through the wilderness OF this
world let us remember that we are or
the way TO the summery cline of heav.
en-, and from the migratory populations
flying through this autumnal air learn
always to keep singing
Children Of the heavenly king,
AS ye 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 ira d,
They are happy now, and we
Soon their happiness shall see.
The church of God never will be q tri-
umphant church until ii becomes sing
Ing church.
go further aud remark that the birds
OF the air arc 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 or the gun but when they start for
the annual flight southwark they take
their places midheaven and go straight as
an arrow to the mark. The longest rifle
that was ever brought to shoulder can
not reach them. Would to God that we
were as wise as the stork and crane in
our flight heavenward! We fly 80 low
that we are within easy range OF the
world, the flesh and the devil. We are
brought d>wn by temptations that ought
not to come within q mile of reaching
us.
On, for some Of the faith OF George
Muller, Of England, and Alfred Cook
man, once OF the church militant, now of
the church triumphant! SO poor is the
type OF pletY ia the church of God now
that men actually raricature the idea
that there is any such thing as higher
life. MOles never did believe in eagles.
But, my brethren, because we have not
reached these heights ourselves. shlll
we deride the fact that there are any
such heights?
A man was once talking to Brunei,
the famous engineer, aboutthe length of
the railroad from London TO Bristol.
The engineer said: ut is not very
great. We shall have alter, awhile a
steamer ruuuinG from England to New
York" They laughed him to scorn,
but we have gone 50 far now that we
have ceased TO laugh at anything as
impossible for human achievement.
Then, | ask, is any thing impossible for
the Lord? do not believe thai God
exhausted all his grace in Paul and LeLi-
mer end Edward Payson. L believe
there are higher points of Chris Cian at
tainment to be reached in the future
ages of the Christian world.
You tel! me that Paul went up to the
tiptop Of The Alps Of Christian attain
mcnt. Then | tell you that the stork
and crane have found above the Alps
plenty of room for free lyiLg. We 90
out and VIC 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; hut staylng
all the time in the old encampment we
have the same old battles to fight over.
Why not whip out our temptations, and
then forward march, making one raid
through the cnemY's country, stopping
not until we break ranks after the last
victory?
DO, my brethren, let us have some
novelty Ofcombat al any rate by chang
ing. by going on, by making advance
ment, trading of our stale prayers about
| sins we ought to have quit long ago, 90
ing on toward higher state Of Chris.
tian character, and, routing out of sins
that "e have never throught Of yet. The
/ t'"c is, If the church of God, if we, as in
dvuals made rapid Advancement in the
| Christian life, these sCereotyped prayers
we have been making for ten or fifteen
years would be as inappropriate to us as
the shoes, ant the hats, and the coats
we wore ten or fifteen years ago. Oh,
for higher ilightin the Christian life
the stotk and the ctanes in their mgra-
tlon teaching us the lesson!
Dear Lord, and shall we ever live.
At this poor dying rate
Our love 80 faint, SO cold to thee,
ana 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 60 out
now and shout, stop, storks and
cranes; don't be in hurryw they wonld
say: mo. we cannot stop; last night
we heard the roaring in the woods bid.
ding US away, and the shril flute Of the
north wind has sounded the retreat. We
must go. We must CO." So they gather
themselves into companies, and turning
not aside from storm or mountain top
or shock of muskctry, over land and sea.
straight as an arrow to the mark, they
go. And If YOU come out this morning
with sack Of corn and thu ow il in the
fields and try to get them to stop, they
are so far up they would hardly sec it,.
They are on their way south. You
could not stop them.
On, that we were as wise about the
best tine to start for God and heaven!
We say: "Wait until it is a little later
In the season OF mercy. Wait until
some OF these green leaves of hope are all
dried up and have been scattered. Wait
until next year, After awhile we start.
and 1t is too late, and we perish IN the
WaV when EO1)S wrath 10 kipdlo1 buf n