The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-09-05
A charge to keep you have,
A God 70 glor1ty;
A never-dying soul to save,
And At In for tha akvf

look again AMI see the gallery OF our
| departed. Many Of those in the other gal
lsries We have heard Of but these we knew.
| o, how familiar their faces! They sat al
| our tables ana we walked 70 the house OF
| God 10 company. Have they forgotten us
Those fathers and mothers started US on the
road Of life. Are they careless as TO what
/ becomes OF usl And those children-do
| they look on with stolid indifference as TO
whether we win or lose this battle of eter-
nityi Nay; see that child running its
hand over your brow and saying, Father,
do not fret; !" Mother. do not worry They
remember the day they left US. They re-
member the agony Of the last farewell
Though years IN heaven, they know our
faces. They remember our sJrrows. They
speak our names. They watch this fight
for heaven. Nay, see them rise up and
lean over and wave before US their recogni-
ton aud encouragement. That gallery is
not full. They are keeping places for US.
A ter we have slain the lion they expect
the King to call US. saying, Come up
higherw Between the hot struggles in the
arena | wipe the sweat from my brow aud
stand on tiptoe, reaching up my right hand
to clasp theirs in rapturous hand-snaking,
while their voices come ringing down from
the gallery, crying, BE thou faithful unto
death, and you shall have a crown"
But here ! pause, over whelmed with the
majesty and the JOY OF the scene! Gallery
or the King Gallery OF angelsl Gallery OF
| prophets and apostles! Gallery OF m rtyrs!
| Gallery OF salntsl Gallery Of friends and
kindredl o, majestic circles OF light and
Lowell Throngsl Througs Throngs! How
shall we stand the gaze Of the universef
Myriads Of eyes beaming on US! Myriads
or hearts beating in sympathy for US! How
shall we ever dare to sin againl How shall
we ever become discouraged againi How
shall we ever feel nelly againl With God
for US, and angels for US, aud prophets
and apostles for us. and the great souls OF
the ages for US and our gl0rified kindred
for us-shall we give up the fight and diel
No! Son Of God, who dldst die 70 save u.s.
MOI We angels, whose wings are spread
forth TO shelter us. MOI ye prophets and
apostles. whose warnings startle us. Mol
ye loved ones, whose arms are outstretched
20 receive us. Mol we will never surrender
Sure must fight If l would reign
Be faithful to my Lord;
And bear the GROSS, endure the pain,
Supported by thy word.
Thy saints in all this glorious war
Shall conquer, though they die;
They see the triumph from afar,
And seize 1t with their eye.
When that illustrious day shall rise,
And all thine armies shine
In robes OF victory through the skies,
The glory shall be thine.
My hearersi shall we die in the arena or
rise to join our friends in the gallery
Through Christ we may como Off more than
conquerors. A soldier, dying in the hos
pitai rose up in bed the last moment and
cried, "Herel Here" His attendants put
him back on bis pillow and asked him why
he shouted "Heren "Ol l heard the roll
call of heaven, and / was only answering
40 I hath a.
battle Is over, our names will be called in
the muster roll OF the pardoned and glori-
fed, and, with the joy OF heaven breaking
upon our souls, we shall cry, Here Herel"