Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1892-03-18

said 20 them about their souls Cousidsr
me as putting my hand on your shouljsr
and looking in your eye. God has been good
to you You ask, "How do you know
that' He has been very hard On ma"
where did you come fromr Home"
Then you have home. Have you ever
thanked God for your home, Have you
children Yes" "Have you ever thanked
God for your childreni Who keeps thsm
safer Were you ever sickf "YesS ho
made you welli Have you been feed every
| dayt Who feeds your Put your hand on
| YOUR pulse. Who makes it throbf Listen
20 the respiration of your lungs. Who helps
| you to breathei Have you a Bible In the
house, spreading before rou the future ifst
| Who gave you that BiDler
Oh, it has been a story Of goodness and
mercy all the way through. You have been
one Of Gods pet children. Who fondled you
and caressei you an lov ed your And when
you went astray AMI wan ted to come back
did He ever refusei l know of father who
after his son came back the fourth TINA
said, mo; l forgave you three tim ., but
will never forgive you again" And tbs
son went of and died. But God takes back
His children the thousandth time as cheer
fully as the first As easily as with my
handkerchief | strike the dust OF a book,
God will wiDe out all your sins.
Again ali the dying VIII tind their nest in
this goodly cedar. 1t Is cruel to destroy
birds nest, but death doss 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 hands into the nest and the birds
are gone. Only those are safe who have
their nests in the gooily cedar. They have
over them "the feathers of the Almighty"
Oh, to have those soft warm, eternal wings
4 A.. A--k
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 desperate in wickednesa,
yet now, soft and changed by grace, they
come into glory, "All fowl Of every wing.H
And here they come, the children who were
reared in loving home circles hocking through
the gates OF life, "All fowl OF every wing"
These are white and came from northern
homes: these were black and assembled from
southern plantations these were copper
colored and went up from Indian reserva
tions-"All fowl Of every wing" So God
gathers them up. 1t is astonishing how
easy it is for goot soul TO enter heaven
\ prominent business man in Philadephia
went nome one afternoon lay down on the
lounge and said: at is time for me to go.n
He was very age1. His daughter said to
him, Are you sickY He said: "Ns: but II
is time for me TO go. Have John put it in
two OF the morning papers, that my friends
may know that am gone. Good-by;n 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; thers ara no ladders let down to pull
us up. Christ comes and takes US bv the
hand and says You have had enough Of
this; come no higher" Do you hurt a lily
when you pluck it, h there any rudeness
when Jesus touches the cheek, and the red
rose OF health whitsns into the lily Of i'm
moral purity and gladness'
When autumn comes an the giant Of the
woods smites his anvil aud the leafy sparks
fly on the autumnal gale then there will b
Thousands Of birds gathering in the tree at
the corner Of the field, just before departing
to warmer climeS and they will call and
sing until the branches drop with the
melody. There is better cline for us and
by and by We shall migrate. We gather in
the branches Of the goo1ly cellar, In prep
aration for departure. You heard our
voices in the opening song; you will hear
them In the closing sony-voices good, voices
bad, voices happy, distressfui-"All fowl Of
every wing" By and by we shall be gone
II all this audience is saved. as hope they
will be, | see them entering into life. Some
nave hau IL nard; some nave had IL easy.
Some were brilliant; some were dull. Some
were rocked by pious parentage; Others have
had their lnfantile cheeks scalde1 with the
tears OF woe Some crawled, as it were, into
the kingdom ON their hands ami knees and
some seemed to enter in chariots of flaming
Are. Those fell from ships mast these
we're crushed in mining disaster. They
are Gods singing birds now. No gun OF
huntsman 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 un-
til the hills are flooded with JOY, and the skies
drop music, and the arches or pearl send back
the echoes-"All fowl Of every wing"
Behold the saints, eeioveL Of God,
Washed are their robes 10 Jesus blood.
Brighter than angels, lol they shine,
Their glories splendid and sublime.
Through tr bulation great they came
They bore the cross aud scornec the shame;
Now, In the heavenly temple biest;
With God they dwe on Him they rest
While everlasting angels roll
EterLal love shall feast thei- soul.
And scenes OF biss. forever new
Rise In succession to their view.