The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1892-03-09

but with one stroke of the hammer OF
Gods truth the chains fall off and he is
free fore er Mercy Mercy Mercy!
There is no depth 1t can not fathom,
thereis no height it can not scale, there
is no infnity 1t can not compass
take my stand under this goodly cedar,
and see the focks flying thither. They
are torn with the shot Of temptation,
and wounded, and sick, and SCARED.
Some fought with iron bealS, some once
Toasted on carcasses, some were fierce
Of eye and cruel of talon, but they
came, flock after flock-'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 o
beautiful nest in the next street Low.
ingly 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 usl Let
the storms beat and the branches Of the
cedar toss on the wind-no danger.
When q 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:
"All fowl Of every wing" These
were white and came from north.
ern homes; these were black and
ascended from southern plantations,
these were copper colored and went
up from Indian reservations: "All fowl
of every wing" So God gathers them
up. 1t is astonishing how easy 1t 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: ''It is time for me To
60" He was very aged. HIS daughter
said to him. "Are you sickP" 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
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 down
TO pull us up. Christ comes and takes |
us by the hand and says: "You have
had enough of this; come up higher"
Do you hurt lily when you pluck III
Is there any rudeness when Jesus
touches the cheek and the red rose Of
health whitens into the lily Of immor.
tai purity and gladness?
When autumn comes and the giant Of
the woods smites his anvil and the leafy
sparks fly on the autumnal gale, then
there will be thousands Of birds gath.
ering 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 goodly
cedar, in preparation for departure.
You heard our voices in the open
ing song; you will hear them in the
closing song-voices good, voices bad,
voices happy, voices distresSful-"All
fowl Of every wing" Bye-and-bye we
shall be gone. II all this audience Is
saved-as hope they will bel see
them entering into life. Some have had
it hard, some have had 1t easy Some
were brilliant some were dull Some
were rocked by pious parentage,
others have had their infantile
cheeks scalded with the tears Of woe.
Some crawled, as IL were, into the
kingdom on their hands and knees and
some seemed to enter in chariots oi
flaming fire. Those fell from ships
mast, these were crushed in mining
disaster. They are Gods singing birds
now No gun OF huntsman shall shoot
them down. They gather on the tree
of life, and fold their wings on the
branches and far away from the frosts,
and winds, and night, they sing until
the hills are flooded with Joy, and the
skies drop music, and the arches OF
pearl send back the echoes-'All fowl
of every wing"
Behold the saints, beloved OF God,
Washed are their robes in Jesus blood;
Brighter than angels lo they shine,
Their glores splendid and sublime.
Through trlbulation great they came;
They bore the cross and scorned the shame,
Now, in the heavenly temple blost
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 OF Japan.
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