The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1892-07-20

here is vessel that went across the
sea with vast product and comes in
with vast importation, sails patched,
masts spliced, pumps all working to
keep out the water; it has come
through the hurricane which has
sunk twenty steamers. The bronzed
men are cheering among the rigging.
Now the men-of-war anchored in the
harbor boom forth their welcome
through the portfolios. So there are
some Christians who are having an easy
time 1t seems to them smooth sailing
all the way. When they get into
| Heaven there will be no excitement,
there will be very few people who will
ever find out they are there; but those
Christians who have gone through
hundred midnight hurricanes-storm TO
the right of them, storm to the left OF
them, storm all the way-when they
come up the harbor of Heaven, all the
redeemed will turn out to greet them,
and bid them hail and welcome.
l go further, and tell you that the
Christian owns not only this world, but
he owns the next world. No chasn to
be leaped, no desert to be crossed,
There is the wall; there is the gate OF
Heaven. He owns all on this side.
Now, am going to show you that he
owns all on the other side. Death Is
not rutiian that comes down TO burn
us ont of house and home, destroying
the house of the tabernacle, so that we
should be homeless forever o, no! He
is only black messenger who comes TO
tell us it is time TO move-to tell us
to get ont of this hut, and 20 up
into the palace. The Christian owns
all Heaven. "All are yours"
Its palaces of beauty, it's towers
of strength, it's castles of love.
lie will not walk in the eter-
nal city as Il foreigner in strange
city, but as farmer walks over his
own premises. "All are yours" All
the mansions yours. Angels your COM
panions Trees of life your shade. Hills
of glory your lookout. Thrones OF
Heaven the place where you will shout
the triumph Jesus is yours, God is
yours. You look up into the face OF
God, and say, "Aly Father" You look
up into the face Of Jesus, and say, "My
brother" Walk out on the battlements
Of Heaven and look of 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 jarring the air. Then take out
your deed, and remember that from
throne TO throne, and from wall TO wall,
and from horizon to horizon, "An are
yours"
Then get up into the temple of the
sun, worshipers 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 thou
sand times ten thousand, and the one
hundred and forty and four Thousand,
and the great "multiLnde that no man
can number" and louder than the rush
of the wheels, louder than the tramp Of
the redeemed, hear a voice saying "All
are yours" See the great procession
marching around the throne OF God.
Martyrs who went up on wings OF
flame. Invalids who went up from
couches Of distress. Toilers who went
up from the workhouse, and the fac
tory 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"
0ye who have pains Of body that ex-
haust your strength and wear out your
patience, I hold before you this morn
ing the land OF eternal health and OF
imperishable 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 tho warmth Of eternal
love fills them, and all that is yours
o We whose hearts are buried in
the grave of your dead-O ye whose
happiness went by long ngo-O ye
who mourn for countenances that never
will light up, and for eyes closed for
cver-sit no longer among tine tombs,
but look here. A home that shall never
be broken up. Green fields never cleft
Of the grave .Ransomed ones from you
parted long ago, now radiant with d
ioy that shall never cease, and love
that shall never grow cold, and wear
ing garments that shall never wlther,
and know all that is yours. Yours the
love. Yours the acclaim. Yours the
transport Yours the cry OF four and
twenty elders. Yours the choiring of
chcru6im. Yours the Lamb that was
slain.
In the vision Of that glorious consum-
nation almost lose my foothold, and
have TO hold fast lest be overborne by
the glory. The vision rose before 81
John on Patmos, and he saw Christ In
blood-red garment, riding on white
horse, and all Heaven following him on
white horses. What a processionl Lot
Jesus ride. lie walked the way footsore,
weary and faint Now let him ride.
White horse Of victory, bear on our
Chief. Hosanna TO the son OF Davidl
Ride on, Jesus! Let all Heaven follow
Him. These cavalry Of God fought well,
and they fought triumphantly. Now
let them be mounted. The pavements
Of gold ring under the flying hoois.
Swords sheathed and victories won, like
conauerors they sit on their chargers.
Ye mounted troops OF God, ride on! ride
on! ten thousand abreast, cavalcade
after cavalcade. No blood dashed 10
the lips No blood dripping from the
fetlocks. No smoke Of battle breathed
from the nostril. The battle Is ended
the victory Is won
o, II there be any present who arc
vet enemies OF the cross Of Christ,
beseech them at once to be reconciled