The Globe-republican., 1892-03-17

speak out and say in regard to the dis
coveries you have made OF the mercy
and the grace and the goodness OF God.
1.-THE half-the half was not told mel"
Well. we hear q great deal about the
good time that is coming to this world.
when It is to be girded with salvation.
Holiness on the bells of the horses. The
lions name patted by the hand of babe.
Ships of Tarshish bringing cargoes for
Jesus. and the hard, dry. barren. winter
bleached. stOrm-scarred, thunder-split
rock breaking into floods Of bright water.
Deserts into which drOmedaries thrust
their Dostrils, because they were afraid
of the simoom-deSertS blooming into
carnation roses and silver-tipped lilies.
1t is the old story. Everybody tells it
Isaiah told it, John told it, Paul told it,
Ezekiel told it, Luther told it. Calvin
told it. John Milton told it-every body
tells it. and yet-and vet when the mid
night shall fly the hills, and Christ shall
marshal His great army, and China,
dashing her idols into the dust, shall
hear the voice of God and wheel into
line; and India, destroying her jugger-
naut and snatching up her little children
from the Gauges, shall hear the voice Of
God and wheel into line; and vine COW
cred Italy, and all the nations Of the
earth shall hear the voice of God and fall
into line; then the church which has
been toiling and struggling through the
centuries, robed and garlanded like
bride adorned for her husband, shall put
aside her veil and look up into the face
of her Lord and King, and say, 'The
half-the half was not told me!'
Well. there is coming greater sur
prise to every Christian-a greater sur
prise than anything l have depicted,
Heaven is an old story. Everybody talks
about it. There is hardly hymn in the
hymn book that does not refer to it.
Children read about it in their Sabbath
school book. Aged men put on their
spectacles to study it. We say 1t is
harbor from the storm. We call it our
home. We say it is the house Of many
mansions. We weave together all sweet,
beautiful, delicate, exhilarant words; we
weave them into letters, and then we
swell it out in rose and lily and anaranth.
And vet that place is going to be sur
prise to the most intelligent Christian.
Like the Queen of Sheba, the report
has come to US from the far country, ana
many of US have started. 1t is desert
march, but we urge on the camelS
What though our feet be blistered with
the way? We are fastening to the pal
ace. We take all our loves and hopes
and Christian ambitions, as franklin
cense and myrrh and cassia to the great
King. We must not rest. We must
not halt The night is coming on. and it
Is not safe out here in the desert Urge
on the camels. / see the domes against
the sky, and the houses of Lebanon, and
the temples and the gardens. See the
fountains dance in the sun, and the
gates flash as they open to let in the
poor pilgrims.
Send the word up to the palace that
we are coming, and that we are weary
of the march of the desert The King
will come out and say: welcome to the
palace; battle in these waters, recline on
these banks. Take this cinnamon and
frankincense and myrrh and put it upon
censor and swing it before the altal."
And vet, my friends, when Heaven bursts
upon US it will De greater surprise than
that-Jesus on the throne. and we made
like him! All our Christian friends sur
rounding US in glory! ALI our sorrows
and tears and sins gone by forever! The
thousands of thousands. the one hundred
and forty and four thousand, the great
multitudes that no man can number, will
cry, world without end, THE half-the
half was not told u.s."