The Dickinson press., 1892-03-19
me as putting my nand on your
shoulder and looking in your eve.

me as putting my nand on your
shoulder and looking in your eve.
GOD HAS BEEN GOOD TO YOU.
You ask, "How do you know that?
He has been very hard on me-"
"Where did you come from?"
"Home." ''Then you have a home.
Have you eve thanked God for your
home? Have you children" "Yes."
"Have you ever thanked Godforyour
children? Who keeps them safe? Were
you ever sick?' Yes" "Who made
you well? Have you been fed every
day? Who feeds you? Put your hand
on your pulse. Who makes it throb?
Listen to the aspiration ofyour lungs.
| Who helps you to breathe? Have
you a Bible in the house, spreading
before you the future? Who gave you
that Bible?" Oh, it has been a story
OF goodness and mercy all the way
through. You have been one OF Gods
| pet children. Who iondled you, and
carressed you and loved you? And
when you went astray, and wanted to
come back, did he ever refuse? | know
of a father who, after his sou came
back the fourth time, said, mo; | for
gave you three times, but l will never
forgive you again" And the son went
off and died. But God takes his chill
dren the thousandth time as cheerful
ly as the first. AS easily as with my
handkerchief | strike the dust off a
book, God will wipe out all your sins.
Again: All the dying will find their
| ,,et ~, tli. ,nNtl,. ,,lnN Il w,,I
to destroy a birds nest, but death
does not hesitate to destroy one.
There was a beautiful one in the next
street. Lovingly the parents brooded
over it. There We're 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 soodly
cedar. They have e them "the
feathers OF the Almighty" 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. Wher
a storm comes, You can see the bird:
flying to the woods. Ere the storm
of death comes down, let us fly to the
goodly cedar.
OF what great varieties heaven viii
be made up, There will come mel
who once were hard and cruel, ant
desperate i'll wickedncsS. yet now, of
and changed by grace, they come into
glory: "-All fowl of every wing" Ant
here they come. the children who wer,
reared in loving home circles. tockin,
in through the gates of life: ".lll tow
OF every wing" These were white
and came from Northernhomes; thes
We're black, and assembled from South
ern plantations; these were copper
colored, and went up from Indian
reservations: ''All fowl OF every wing.
so GOD GATHERS THEM TIP.
When autumn comes and the gian
OF the woods smites his anvil and tn
leafy sparks IL on the autumnal gale
I then there will he thousands OF bird
gathering in the tree nj the corner {
the field, Just before departing t.
warmer chimes and they will call an
! sing until the branches drop with til
\ melody. There is a bettercl cline foru
. and by and 10y we shall migrate. W
gather in the branches OF the goodl
cedar in preparation for departure
e You heard II voices in the openil
song; you will hear ,hemin the closil
$ song-voices good. voires bad, voice
! happy, voires islrcssiul-".All fowl
every wing BY and 10y we shall |
gone. If all this congregation |
/, saved-as hope they will bel St
u them entering into life. Some hay
e had it hard, some have had it cas-,
Some We're brilliant, some We're dull
e Some wererocked by piou> parantag
1 others have had their infnntile cheel
e scalded with tears OF woe. Son
crawled, as it were, into I'll
kingdom on their hands an
t knees, and some seemed to enter
e chariots ii flaming fire. Those fe
t from a ships mast. these were crushe
] in a mining disaster. They are God
singing birds now. No gun of hunt
man shall shoot them down. The
gather on the trees of life, and foI
their wings on the branches, and, fl
away from frosts and winds ar
:; night, they sing until the hills q
e hoode1 with Joy, and the skies drc
e music, and the arches OF pearl ser
Y back the echoes-".All fowl of eve
wing.
e Behold the saints. beloved of God,
e Washed are their robes in Jesus bloc
brighter thar angels, 10! they shine,
Their glories splendid and sublime.
Through tri' ulation grea. they came;
They bore the cross and scorned t
shame:
, Now, i'll heavenly temple blest
With God they dwell; OF him they re-
While everlasting ages roll,
Eternal love shall feast their soul.
And scenes OF bliss. forever new,
Rise i'll SUGGESTING to their view.
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