Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1892-07-18
IF the waves of trouble

You never owned q glove. or q shoe, or
a hat, or q coat more certainly than you
own all the frets and annoyances and
exasperations of this life, and they are
bound to work out yCI-r present and
your eternal good. They are the saws,
the hammers, the files by whichsyou are
to be hewn and cut and smoothed for
your eternal we'll being.
Here il a vessel that goes along the
coast; it hugs the coast. The captain
Of that vessel seems chiefly anxious to
keep the paint on his ship from being
married OF the sails from being torn.
When that vessel CONES to port, nobody
looks on it with any interest. But here
is vessel that went across the sea with
vast product and comes in with vast i'm
portation-sails patched, masts spliced,
pumps al working to keep out the
water; it has come through the hurri-
cane Which has sunk twenty steamers.
The bronzed men are cheering among
the rigging. Now the men-of-war an
chored in the harbor boom forth their
welcome through the portfolios.
So there are some Christians who are
having an easy time. It seems to them
smooth sailing all the way. When they
get into heaven there will be no excite
ment, there will be very few people who
will ever find out they are there; but
those Christians who have gone through
q 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.
THIS WORLD AND THE NEXT.
[ go further, and tell you that the
Christian owns not only this world, but
he owns the next world. No chasm 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 ruffian
that comes down to burn us out of house
and home, destroying the house of the
tabernacle, so that we should be home
less forever. Oh, no! He is only
black messenger who comes to tell us 1t
is 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 palaces of beauty, its
towers of strength, its castles of love.
He will not walk IN the eternal city as
foreigner in strange city, but as a
farmer walks over his own premises.
"All are yours" All the mansions
yours. Angels your companions. 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 upon the battlements of
heaven and look off upon the city of the
sun. No tears. No sorrow. No death.
No smoke Of toiling warehouse curling
on the air. No voice of blaSphemy
thrilling through that bright, cleaX Sab
bath morning. No din of strife Earring
the air. Then take out 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,
worshipers in white, each with q palm
branch, and from high gallery of that
temple look down upon the thousands
of thousands, and the ten thousand
times ten thousand, and the one hun
dred and forty and four thousand, and
the great multitude 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 In
valids who went up from touches of dis
tress 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 about the throne of God forever
and forever, and know that all are
yoursE
ETERNAL HEALTH.
O We who have 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 i'm
perishable 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 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 happi-
ness went by long ago! 0 We who mourn
for countenances 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
ego, now radiant with joy that shall
never cease and love that shall never
grow cold, and wearing garments that