Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1892-03-16

the branches of the cedar .oss on tb.
wind-no danger. When storm come.
you can see the birds flying to the
woods Ere the storm of death comes
let us fly to the goodly cedar.
OF what great varieties Heaven win
be made up. There come men who
once were hard and cruel. and desperate
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, fiocking
through the gates of life: IAN
fowl OF every wing These
were white, and came from Northern
homes; these were black, and
assembled from southern plantations:
these were unprecedented. and went mn
from Indian reservations: .All fowl OF
every wing" So God gathers them up.
1t is astonishing how easy it is for n
good soul to enter Heaven. A promi-
nent business man in Philadelphia went
home one afternoon. lay down on the
lounge and said: 1T is time for me tc
GO. He was very aged. His daughter
said to him: Are you sicl?" He said.
mo; but it is time for me to 90. Have
John put it in two of the morning
papers, that my friends may know that
| am gone Good-by." and us 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"
In
Is there any rudeness when Jesus
touches the cheek and the red rose of
health whitcns into the lily of imr5or.
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
gathering in the tree at the corner of
the field, just before parting for winter
chimes. and they will call and sing un.
til the branches drop with the melody
There is better CLINE for us, and by
and by they shall migrate. We gather
in the branches of the mighty cedar. in
preparation for departure. You heard
our voices in the opening song; you will
hear them in them in the closing song
voices good, voices bad, voices han,
Ply, voices distressful-"All fowl OF
every wing" BY and by we shall bs
gone. If all this audience is saved
AS / hope they will bel sec
them entering into life. Some have
had it hard, some have had il
easy. Some were brilliant. some were
dull Some were rocked by pious pa.
rentage, others have had their infantile
cheeks scalded with the tears of woe.
Some crawled, as it were into the king
dom on their hands and knees. and
some seemed to enter in chariots OF
flaming fire. Those fell from n ships
mast, these were crushed in a 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 until
the hills are flooded with Joy, and the
skies drop music, and the arches or
pearl send back the echoes-"Au fowl,
of every wing"
Behold the saints, beloved of God
washed are their robes in Jesus blood
Brighter than angels. loi they shine
Their glories splendid and sublime
Through tribulation great they came:
They bore the cross and scorned the shame;
Now, in the Heavenly temple blest,
With God they dwell; on Him they rest
While everlasting ages roll
Eternal love shall feast their soul,
And scenes OF bliss forever new
Rise In succession to their view.
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