Grand Rapids herald., 1892-07-21

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The bronxed men are cheering among
the rigging Now the Ben-of-war an
ehorsd Ia the hATbor boom forth their
welcome through the portfolios.
So there are some Christians who are |
having an easy tine. il seems To them
smooth sailing al the way. When they
get into heaven there VIII be no excite
Inent. there viii De very few people WHO
viii syer 1nd out they are there; but
those Christians who have gone through
. hundred midnight hurricanes-storm
% 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 viii tara out TO greet them.
aud bad them hail and welcome.
THIS WORLD AND THE MKT.
l 60 further. AID tell You that the
Christian owns not only this world. bat
he owns the next world. No chasm 70
be leapsi, no desert 10 10 crossed. There
is tho wall; there is the gate Of heaven
He owns all on this side. Now. am
going ~ show you that he owns all on
ths ether side. Death is not . ruffian
that comes down to burn Us ont Of house
and home, destroying the house OF the
tabernacle. 30 that we should DO home
less forever. oh, no! He u only
black messenger who comes to tell US IL
is time to move; to tel Us to get out Of
this hut and go up into tho palace.
The Christian owns all heaven. "An
are yours" Its palaces Of beauty, its
towers of strength. its castles Of love.
lie will not walk in the eternal city ~
foreigner in a strange city. but as
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 of 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, clear Sab
bath 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 "All are yours"
Then get up into the temple Of the sun,
worshipers in white. each with . 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 tho tramp Of
the redeemed, hear a voice saying. IAN
are yUursw
See the great procession marching
around the throne of God. Martyrs
who went up on wings Of fame. In
valids who went up from couches Of dis
tress. Toilers who went up from tho
workhouse, and the factory. and the
mine. All the suffering and the bruised
children Of God. See the chsriots 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!"
ETERNAL HEALTH.
Dye 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 yoursy'
o ye 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 ye whose happi-
ness went by long ago! o We who mourn
for ceuntsnances that never win light
mp, and for eyes closed forever, sit no
longer among the tombe, but look herel
A home that shall never be broken mp.
Green fields never cleft of the grave.
Ransomed ones from you parted long
ago. now radiant with a Joy that shall
never cezse and love that shall never
grow cold, and wearing garments that
shall never wither, and know all that is
yours. Yours the love. Yours the &C
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 I almost lose my foothold, and
have to hold fast lest be overborne by
the glory. The vision rose before st.
John on Patmos. and he saw Christ in .
blood red garment. riding on q white
horse. and all heaven following him on
white horses. What q procession! Let
Jesus ride. He walked the way foot
sore. weary and faint. Now let him
ride. White horse Of victory, bear ON
our chief. Hosanna to the son Of David!
Ride on, Jesus! Let all heaven fol-
low him. These cavalry OF Ged fought
well and they fought triumphantly.
Now let them be mounted. The pave
ments Of gold ring under tho flying
toofs. Swords sheathed and victories
won. like conquerors they sit on their
chargers. Ye mounted troops Of God
ride on. ride onl ten thousand abreast,
csvalcade after cavalcade. No blood
dashed to the lips. No blood dripping
from the fetlocks. No smoke Of battle
breathed from the nostril The battle
Is ended-the victory wont
Oh, IL there be any present who arc
vet euefuies of fha fyoss of Christ -