The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1892-10-06
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comdemnotion. "There is now, there
Ioro M condemnation to them who are
N Christ Jcsus.N The cross-he car
r,ed il. The flames Of hell-he suffered
Them, The shalne--he endured 1t. The
crow,,-h. won it. Heights ot heaven
am, it., and worlds of light to worlds OF
light alt round tho heavens cry '"lofy'
gloryW .,,,:
Let us 90 forth and gather the trophies
for Jesus. From GOlconda mines we
Gather the diamonds, from Ceyl)n banks
we gather the pearls, from all lands ana
Kingdoms we gather precious stones,
and we brins the 9littering burdens ana
put thetn down at the feet OF Jesus ana
say: "All these are :hine. Ihou art
worthy" We 60 forth again Tor more
trophies, and into one sheat we gather
all the scepters Of the earth, OF all
ROYALTIES and dominiOns, and then we
bring the sheat OF scepters and put II
down at the feet of Jesus and say,
Thou art King of kings, and these thou
hast conquered"
And then we 60 forth again to gather
more trophies, and we bid the redeemed
| OF all ages, the sons and daughters OF
the Lord Almighty, to come. We ask
| them to come and offer their thanksSlv-
iDgs, and the hosts Of heaven bring
Gown and palm and sceptcr, and here
by these bleeding feet, and by this rlven
side, and by this wounded heart cry,
"Blcsslng and honor and glory aud
| power be unto him that sitteth upon the
throne and unto the Lamb forever
aud forever" Tell me OF q tear that he
did not weep, Of a burden he did not car
~, Ola battle that he did not fight, OF a
| intN l,l I,n all n,t,i
in all is Jesus" in the great plan OF re-
dcmptlon.
l remark again, Christ is everything
to the Christian in time of trouble. Who
has esca ped trouble? We must all stoor
down and drink out OF the Litter lake
: The moss has no time to grow on the
: buckets that come up out OF the hearts
t. well, dripping with tears. Great trials
| are upon our track as certain as gray
. | hound pack on the scent of deer. From
our hearts in every direction there are 8
9 thousand chords reaching out binding us
= to loved ones, and ever aud anon some
= Of these tendrils snap. The winds tha
9 cross this sea of lie are not all abaiC
| The clouds that Cross our sky are mol
l feathery and afar, straYng like tlocks o
s sheep on heavenly pastures, but wrath
f iul and sombc, and cleaning with ter.
: ror, they wrap The mountains i'll fire and
come down baying with their thunders
S through every gorge.
The richest fruits of bes sing have a
: prlcklv sh"ll. life here IS not lying at
Z anchor; it is wcathering gale. IL is
, not sleeping in a soldiers tent with our
4 arms stacked; 1t Is a bnyonct charge.
4 We stumble over UravestOnCs, and we
II I, hn o., ii
, rut OF graves. Trouble has wrinkled
Your brow, and it has frosted your head.
Failing in this battle life, is there no
angle to bind 0ur wounds: Hath God
/ made this world with so niaIy things to
D hurt and none to heal? For this snakeUite
of.sorr0w, is there no herb growing by all
the brooks to heal the poison? Blessed
: be God that in the Gospel We find the
8 of tears, How many thorns he hath
: plucked out OF human agony
Oh, &c knows too well what it is to
l.. carry cross, not to help us carry oursl
He knows too we'll what it is to climb
c the mountain, not to help us up the
Y steep. lie knows too we'll what it is to
+ be prosecuted, not to help those who
c are imposed upon. He knows too we'll
| "ihO ~ I'D ~ w oh'hi NV ~ t'StP tilOoS
y who sutler. Aye, he knows too well
what 1t Is to die, not TO help us in our
last extremity. Blessed Jesus, thou
, knowest it all. Seeing thy wounded
side and they wounded hand, and thy
wounded feet. and thy wounded brow,
we arc sure thou knoWest It ell.
Oh, when those into whose bosom we
used to breathe our sorrJws are snatch
ed from us, blessed be God, the heart
of Jesus still beats, and when all other
: lights go out anh the world gets dark,
then we sec coming Out from behind a
cloud something 50 bright and cheering,
9 we know it to be the morning star of the
s SOULS dellyeraucc! The hand of care
l may mako you staggcr, or the hand o
5 persecution may beat you down, Or the
D hand OF disappointment may beat you
back; bat there is a hand, and it Is sc
I kind, and it is so gentle that it wipett
I all tears from all faces.
II Charsed With Arson.
y CLINTOM, $. G., Sept. 2S.-G. f
TUCKER, a wealthy farmer of UnioI
County, has been arrested charged
'. with hiring anegro to burn ginhous.
>. and dwelling Of j. &. Richards, las
II March. Atlanta detectives have been a
o work on the casa, and in July arrested
8 several negroes and put them in Jail a
J, Union. Since then one OF the negroes
J., has made confession, and said G. L