Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1892-07-23

have gone through hundred midnighi
! hurricanes-storm to the rightof them
storm to the left OF them, storm all thu
way--when they come 10 the harbor OF
Heaven, all the redeemed will turn out
to greet them, and bid them hail and
welcome.
I 60 further, and tell you that the
Christian owns not only this world, but
he owns the next world. No chasm to
be leaped, no desert to be crossed.
There is the wall; there is the
gate of Heaven. He owns
all on this side. Now, ] am going to
show you that he owns all on the other
side. Death is not n ruffian that comes
down to burn us out of house and home,
destroying the house of the tabernacle,
SO that we should be homeless forever.
o, no! He is only black messenger
who comes to tell us 1t Is time to move;
to tell us to get out of this hut and go
up into the palace. The Christian owns
all Heaven. "All are yours" Its pal
aces of beauty, its towers Of
strength, its castles Of love He
will not walk in the Eternal
City as foreigner in q strange city,
but as a farmer walks over his own
premises. "All are yours" All the
mansions yours Angels your compan-
ions. Trees of life your shade Hills
of glory your lookout Thrones of
Heaven the place where you will shout
: the triumph. Jesus is yours God Is
yours. You look up into the face OF
God and say, my Father" You look
ND into the face of Jesus and say, my
Brother" Walk out on the battle
ments of Heaven and look off upon the
city of the sun. No tears. No sorrow.
No death. No smoke of toiling ware
house curling on the air. No voice OF
blashemy thrilling through that bright,
clear, Sabbath morning. No din. of
strife Earring the air. Then take out
your deed and remember that from
throne to throne, and from wall to wall,
and from horizon to horizon, "All are
yours"
Then get up into the temple of the
sun, worshipers in white, each with
palm branch, and from the high gallery
of that temple look down upon the
thousands of thousands, and the ten
thousand times ten thousand, and the
one hundred and forty and four thou.
sand, and the great multitude that no
man can number" and louder than the
rush of wheels, louder than the tramp
of the redeemed, hear voice saying:
"All are yours" See the great process
sion marching around the throne of
God. Martyrs who went up on wings
of flame Iuvalids who went up from
couches of distress. Toilers who went
up from the workhouse, and the factory
and the mine All the suffering and
the bruised children of God. See the
chariots of salvation; in them those
who were more than conquerors. See
them marching around about the throne
of God forever and forever, and know
that ''all are yours"
Owe who have pains of body that ex-
haust your strength and wear out your
patience, hold before you this morn
ing the land of eternal health and OF
imperishable beauty and ''all is yours"
o We who have hard work to get your
daily bread, hard work to shelter your
children from the storm, | lift before
You the vision of that land where they
never hunger, and they never thirst,
and God feeds them, and robes cover
them, and the warmth of eternal love
fills them, and all that is yours! o We
whose hearts are buried in the
grave of your dead-O We whose
happiness went by long ago
| o We who mourn for countenances
that never will light up and for eyes
closed forever-sit no longer among the
tombs, but look here A home that
shall never be broken up. Green fields
never cleft of the grave. Ransomed
ones from you parted long ago, now
radiant with joy that shall never
cease, and love that shall never grow
cold, and wearing garments that shall
never wither, and know all that is
yours. Yours the love. Yours the &C
claim. Yours the transport. Yours
the cry of the four and twenty elders.
Yours the choiring of cherubim. Yours
the Lamb that was slain.
In the vision of that glorious consum-
nation l almost lose my foothold, and
have to hold fast lest be overborne by
the glory. The vision rose before st.
John on Patmos, and he saw Christ in
a blood red garment, riding on white
horse, and all Heaven following him on
white horses. What procession. Let
| Tas,,a r;da He xva1lel the yvav fOOt-
sore, weary and faint Now let Him
ride. White horses of victory, bear
ON our Chief Hosanna to the Son Of
David! Ride on, Jesus! Let all Heav-
en- follow Him. Those cavalry of God
fought well and they fought triumph
antly. Now let them be mounted. The
pavements of gold ring under the flying
hoofs. Swords sheathed and victories
won, like conquerors they sit on their