The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1892-03-23
Mercy! Mercy! Mercy! sing It. I

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preach it. / pray it Here l find a
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 ficcks flying thither. They
are torn with the shot of temptation,
and wounded, and sick, and Scared.
Some fought with iron beak, some once
Toasted on carcasses, some were fierce
OF eye and cruel of talon, but they
came, flock after fock-''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 Low
lngly 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
have over them 'the feathers of the AL
mighty" Oh! to have those soft, warm
eternal wings stretched over us! Let
the storms beat and the branches of the
cedar toss on the wind-no danger.
When 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 some 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. flock
ing through the gates of life:
"An fowl of every wing" These
were white and came from north
ern homes; these were black and
assembled from southern plantations,
these were copper colored and went
| up iioih ICoCINdblOuS. n IL lOWl
Of every wing" So God gathers them
up. 1t is astonishing how easy it is for
a good soul to enter Heaven. A prom
inent business man in Philadelphia went
home one afternoon, lay down on the
lounge, and said: at is time for me to
60" He was very aged. His daughter
said to him: "Are you sick?' He said
mo, but it is time for me to go.
Have John put it in two of the morning
papers, that my friends may know that
I 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 dowr
to pull us up. Christ comes and take.
us by the hand and says: You have
had enough of this; come up higher.
Do you hurt lily when you pluck ii
Is there any rudeness when jesus
touches the cheek and the red rose o
health whitens into the lily of immor
tai purity and gladness?
When autumn comes and the giant o
the woods smites his anvil and the leaf,
sparks fly on the autumnal gale, thel
there will be thousands of birds gath
ering in the tree at the corner OF thu
field, just before departing to warme
chimes, and they will call and sing unit
the branches drop with the melody
There is a better cline for us, and by
and-by we shall migrate. We gathe
in the branches of the goodl,
cedar, in preparation for departure
You heard our voices in the open
ing song; you will hear them in tn
closing song-voices good, voices bad
voices happy, voices distressful-"Al
fowl of every wing" Bye-and-bye w
shall be gone. If all this audience i
saved-as l hope they will bel SCI
them entering into life. Some have hat
it hard, some have had it easy. Som
were brilliant some were dull. Som
were rocked by pious parentage
others have had their infantil
cheeks scalded with the tears Of woe
Some crawled, as it were, into tn
kingdom on their hands and knees, an
some seemed to enter in chariots O
flaming Are. Those fell from ship
mast, these were crushed in mimi,
disaster. They are Gods singing bird
now. No gun of huntsman shall shoe
them down. They gather on the ire
Of life, and fold their wings on tn
branches, and far away from the frosts
and winds, and night they sing unit
the hills are flooded with JOY, and tn
skies drop music, and the arches O
pearl send back the echoes-'All fow
of every wing"
Behold the saints beloved Of Cod
Washed are their robes In Jesus blood;
Brighter than angels, lo they shine,
Their glories splendid and sublime.
.. Through tribula ton great they came;
They bore the cross and scorned the shame
Now, in the heavenly temple best
With God they dwell on Him they rest.
While everlasting ages roll,
Eternal love shall feast their soul,
, And scenes of bliss, for ever new,
Rise in succession to their view.
Sacred Nuts q Japan.
Although we'll known to traveller
and collectors of curiosities, the hor
nut or sacred nut" Of Japan was a
, most wholly unknown to fruit and MT
dealers in this country prior to 1885,
i, when = broadway New York; commits
sion merchant received the first larg
, consignment They are called 'sacre
! nuts" because used in certain forms {
:. Japanese worship, where they ar