The Globe-republican., 1892-09-30

into barns; yet your heavenly father
feedeth them" And will He take care OF
the sparrow, will He take care of the
hawk, and let you die? What Is the
use of your fretting about clothes? Con
slider the lilies of the field. Shall He
not much more clothe you. o We CT little
faith?" What is the use OF worrying
for fear something will happen to YOUR
home? He blesseth the habitation OF
the Just" What is the use Of fretting
lest you will be overcome with tempta-
tions? ''God is faithful, who will not
suffer you to be tempted above that We
are able; but will with the temptation
also make q way to escape, that We may
be a BILE to bear it."
Oh. this Kings highway! Trees Of
life on either side. bending over until
their branches interlock any drop mid
wsy their fruit and shade. Houses Of
entertainment on either side the road
for poor pilgrims. Tables spread with
feast of good things, and walls adorned
with apples of gold in pictures OF silver:
start out on this Kings highway, and
find harper, and l say. ''What is your
name?" The harper makes no response.
but leaves me to guess, as, with his eyes
toward Heaven and his hand upon the
trembling strings, this tune comes rip
pling in the air: The Lord is nv light
and my salvation. Whom shall 1 fear?
The Lord is the strength of my life; OF
whom shall be afraid?"
go little forther on the same road
and meet the trumpeter Of Heaven. and
1 say: Haven't you got some music for
a tired pilgrim?" And wiping his lip
and taking q long breath, he puts his
mouth to the trumpet and pours forth
this strain, "They shall hunger no more,
neither shall they thirst any more.
neither shall the sun light on them. nor
any heat. for the Lamb which is in the
midst of the throne shall lead them to
living fountains of water, and God shall
wipe away all tears from their eyes"
go little distance further on the
same road and meet q maiden of Israel.
She has no harp. but she has cymbals.
They look as II they had rusted from sea
spray, and say to the maiden Of Isreal,
'sHave you no song for tired pill
grim"'' And like the clang Of victors'
shields the cvmbals clap as Miriam be-
gins to discourse, ''Slng ye to the Lord.
for he has triumpked glOrousiy; the
horse and the rider hath he thrown into
the sea. And then l see white robed
group. They come bounding toward me.
and / say, ''Who are they?" The hap.
piest, and the brightest, and the fairest
in all heaven-who are they?" And the
answer comes, ''These are they who
came out of great tribulations. and had
their robes washed and made white with
the blood OF the Lamb"
pursue this subject only one step far
ther. What is the terminus? l do not
care how fine q road you may put me on.
want to know where it comes out. My
text declares 1t, ''The redeemed Of the
Lord come to ZiOn." You know what
Zion was? That was the Kings palace.
1t was a mountain fastness. 1t was I'M
| pregnable. And so heaven IS the fast
ness of the universe. No h0witzer has
long enough range to shell these towers.
| Let all the batteries of earth and hell
| blaze away; they cannot break In those
gates. Gibraltar was taken; Sebastop0
was taken; Babylon fell; but those walls
| of heaven shall never surrender either
| to human or satanic besiegement The
! Lord God Almighty Is the defense OF It.
Great capital of the universe! Terminus
| of the Kings highway.
Dr. Dick said that, among other things,
! he thought in heaven we should study
| chemistry and geometry and comic sec
tions. Southey thought that in Heaven
he would have the pleasure OF see1nf
Chaucer and Shakespeare. Now, DR.
Dick may have his mathematician al
eternity, and Southey his Shakespeare
Give me Christ and my old friends-tha
is all the heaven want, that is HEAVIER
enough for me. o garden OF light
whose leaves never wither, and whose
| fruits never fail! o banquet OF God
whose sweetness never pals the taste
and whose guests are kings forever! {
city Of light. whose walls are salvation
and whose gates are praise! o palace o
rest, where God is the monarch and ever
lasting ages the length OF his reign!
song louder than the surf beat o
many waters, yet soft as the whisper o
cherubim!
When my last wound is healed. whel
the last heartbreak is ended, when tn
last tear of earthly sorrow Is wipes
away, and when the redeemed OF tn
Lord shall come to Zion, then let all tn
harpers take Gown their harps, and 81
the trumpeters take down their trump
cts, and ali across Heaven there will b
chorus of morning stars. chorus OF whit
robed victors, chorus OF martyrs fror
under the throne, chorus OF ages
chorus of worlds, and there be but on
song sung, and but one name spoken
and but one throne hOnored-that Q
Jesus only.