The Bossier banner., 1892-05-12

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one million years they fly and fly, but
then come back and fold their wings at
the foot of the throne, and cry: mo
shore, no shore to Gods mercyr'
Mercyl Mercy! Mercy! l sing 1t.
preach it. l pray it. Here l find
man bound hand and foot to the devil.
but with one stroke of the hammer of
Gods truth the chains fall off and he is
free forever. Mercy! Mercy! Mercy!
There is no depth it can not fathom,
there is no height it can not scale,
there is no infnity it can not compass.
/ take my stand under this goodly cedar
and see the fiocks flying hither. They
are torn with the shot of temptation,
and wounded, and sick, and Scared.
Some fought with iron beak, some once
feasted on carcasses, some were fierce
of eye and cruel of talon, but they
came, flock after flock-"all fowl of
every wing
Again: All the dying will find their
nest in this goodly cedar. 1t is cruel
to destroy birds nest, but death does
not hesitate to destroy one There
was a beautiful nest in the next street,
Lovingly the parents brooded over it.
There were two or three little robins
in the nest The scarlet fever thrust
its hot hands into the nest, and the
birds are gone. Only those are safe
who have their nests in the goodly
cedar. They hang over them "the
feathers of the Almighty" Oil to
have those soft, warm, eternal wings
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and the branches of the cedar toss on
the wind-no danger. When a storm
comes you can see the birds flying to
the woods. Ere the storm of death
comes down let us fly to the goodly
cedar.
OF what great varieties Heaven will
be made up! There come men who
once were hard and cruel, and desper-
ate in wickedness, yet now, soft and
changed by grace, they come into
| glory: ''All fowl of every wing" And
here they come, the children who were
reared in loving home circles, flocling
through the gates of life: "All fowl of
every wing" These were white, and
came from northern homes; these were
black, and assembled from southern
| plantations; these were copper
colored, and went up from In.
dian reservations: "All fowl of every
wing" So God gathers them up. 1t
is astonishing how easy it is for good
soul to enter Heaven. A prominent
business man in Philadelphia went
home one afternoon, lay down on the
lounge, and said: sit is time for me to
So" He was very aged. His daughter
said to him: Are you sick?" He said:
''No; but it is time for me to go.
| Have Johnput it in two of the morn
| ing papers, that my friends may Know
that l am gone. Goodbye" and as
quick as that, God had taken him.
1t is easy to go when the time comes.
| There are no ropes thrown out to pull
us ashore; there are no ladders let
down to pull US ashore; Christ comes,
| and takes us by the hand, and saws:
| You have had enough of this; come
| up higher" Do you hurt a lily when
you pluck it? Is there any rudeness
when Jesus touches the cheek, and the
red rose of health whitens into the lily
of immortal purity and gladness?
| NHcu duIuIIu COIHeS ana the giant
OF the woods snites his anvil, and the
leafy sparks fly on the autumnal gale
then there will be thousands of birds
gathering in the tree at the corner of
the field. just before departing to
1 warmer climes, and they will call and
sing until the branches drop with tho
melody These is better cline for
us, and by and by we shall MI
CRATE. We gather in the branches of
the goodly cedar in preparation
for departure. You heard our voices in
the opening song; you will hear them
in the closing song-voices good, voices
bad, voices happy, voices distressful-
''all fowl of every wing" BY and by
we shall be gone. If all of this audi
ence be saved-as hope they will by
| see them entering into life. Some
have had it hard, some have
had it easy. Some were bril-
liant, some were dull. Some were
rocked by pious parentage, others have
had their infantile cheeks scalded with
the tears of some woe. Some crawled,
as it were, into the Kingdom on their
hands and knees and some seemed
to enter in chariots of fam
ing fire. Those fell from ships
mast, these were crushed in
mining disaster. They are Gods
singing birds now. No gun of hunts
man shall shoot them down. They
gather on the trees of life and fold
their wings on the branches, and, far
away from frosts and winds, and night
they sing until the hills are flooded
with joy and the skies drop music, and
the arches of pearl'send back the echoes
-"All fowl of every wing"
| Behold the saints beloved OF God,
| Washed are their robes in Jesus blood
| Brighter than angels; To- they shine,
! Their glories splendid and sublime
Through tribulation great they came
| They bore the cross and scorned the shame:
| Now, in the heavenly tempest blest,
| With God they dwell; on Him they rest
| While everlasting ages roll,
| Eternal love shall fast their soul.
And scenes Of bliss, forever new,
| Rise in succession to their view
Sacred Nuts of Japan.
| Although well known to travellers
and collectors Of AZ,