The Red Cloud chief., 1892-07-29

h water. IL has come through the hur
, r'cene which has sunk twenty steam
: ers. The bronzed men are cheering
. among among the rigging. Now the
men Of war anchored in the harbo,
! boom forth their welcome through the
portfolios. So there are some Christians
, who are having nm easy time. 1t scems
! 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 a hundred midnight
hurricanes-storm To- the right of them,
storm TO the left OF them, storm all the
way-whcn they come TO the harbor Of
Heaven, all the redeemed will turn out
To greet them, and bid them hail and
welcome.
! go further, and tell you that the
Christian owns not only this world, but
he owns the next world. No chasm 20
be lcapcd, M desert to- be crossed
There Is the wall: there is tho
gate Of Heaven. lie own.
all on this side. Now, | am going TO
show You that he owns all on the other
side. Death Is not a rufian that comes
down to burn us out of house and homo,
destroying the house of the tabernacle.
so that we should be homeless forever.
o. no! He is only n black messenger
who comes to tell us IL IL time to move,
TO tell us to get out of this hut and go
up into the palace. The Christian owns
all Heaven. 'All are yours" It's pal.
aces OF beauty, its towers OF
strength, its castles Of love. lie
will not walk in the Eternal
City as n foreigner in n strange city,
but as n farmer walks over his own
premises. "All are yours" All the
mansions yours. Angels your coinpan-
ions. 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. my Father" You look
up into the face of Jesus and say, my
Brother" Walk out on the battle
ments of Heaven and look off upon the
city of the sun. No tears. No sorrow.
No death. No smoke of toiling ware
house curling on the air. No voice Of
blashemy thrilling through that bright,
clear. Sabbath morning. No din of
strife jarring the air. Then take ont
your deed and remember that from
throne to throne, and from wall To wall,
and from horizon to horizon, "All are
yours"
Then get up into the temple of the
sun, w%orshipcrs in white, each with a
palm branch, and from the high gallery
| nf TINT fntnnln lan1y .IAuy, ~x,. Al.
thousands of thousands. and the ten
thousand times ten thousand. and the
one hundred and forty and four thou
sand, and the great multitude that no
man can number" and louder than the
rush OF wheels, louder han the tramp
of the redeemed, hear a voice saving:
"All are yours See the great process
sion 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 factory
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 aboutthe throne
VI 'ou loItNtT dIu OItNeT. Ilu KNOW
that ''all are yours"
Oye who rave pains of body that ex-
haust Your strength and wear out your
patience, | hold before you this morn
ing the LAND of eternal health and of
imperishnble beauty and ''all Is yours!"
o ye who have hard work to get your
daily bread, hard work to shelter your
children from the storm, l 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 the warmth of eternal love
fills them, and all that is yours! o We
whose hearts are buried in the
grave of your dead-O We whose
happiness went by long ago
. ye who mourn for c~ountenances
that never will light up and for eyes
closed forever-sit no longer among the
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 "a joy that shall never
cease, and a love that shall never grow
cold. and wearing garments hat shall
never wither, and know all hat is
yours. Yours the love. Yours the nc.
claim. Yours the transport Yours
the cry of the -four and twenty elders.
Yours the choiring Of cherubim. Yours
the Lamb that was slain.
In the vision OF that glorious consum-
nation ! almost lose my foothold, and
have to hold fast lest l be ovcrborne by
the glory. The vision rose before st.
John on Patmos, and he saw Christ in
a blood red garment, riding on "a white
horse, and I'LL Heaven following him on
white horses. What IA procession. Let
Jesus ride. He walked the way foot
sore, weary and faint Now let Him
ride. White horses of victory, bear
on our Chief. Hosanna To the Son of
David! Ride on, Jesus. Let all Heav.
en follow Him. Those cavalry of God
fought well and they fought triumph
aptly. Now let them be mounted. The
pavements Of gold ring under the flying
hoofs. Swords sheathed and victories
won, like ~conquerors they sit on their
chargers. Ye mounted troops of God,