The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1892-03-17
storm Of death comes down, let us fly

storm Of death comes down, let us fly
to tho goOdly cedar.
or what great varieties heaven will
be made up. There come Inen who
once were hard ana cruel and dCSper-
ate IN wickedneSS, yet now, soft and
changed by grace, they come into glo-
ry, "AIl fowl Of every wing" And here
they come, the children who were reared
in loving home circles locking through
the gates of life, "All fowl OF every
wing" These were white and came
from northern homes; these were black
and ascendcd from southern planta-
tons; 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 it IS for Il good soul to enter
heaven.
A prominent business man in Phila-
dclphia went home one afternoon, lay
down on the lounge and said, at is
time for me to GO" lie was very aged.
Ills daughter said to him, Are you
Slck?' lie sad, NO; 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. GOOdby;"
and rs quick as that God had taken
him.
1t Is easy to 90 when the time comes.
There are no ropes thrown out to pull
us ashore; there ar" no ladders let down
10 pull Us up. Christ comes and tax es
us by the hand and says, "No on have
had enough Of this; come up higher"
Do you huit Il lily when you pluck it ?
Is there amy rudenpSS when Jesus
touches the cheek, and the red rose Of
health WhitenS into the lily of immoral
purity and gladnuSS?
When autumn comes and the giant
OF the woods SmiteS his anvil and the
leaty sparks fly on the autumnal gale,
then there viii be thou,a of birds
| gathering in the tree at the corner of
the lield, just before departing to
warmer climes, and they Will cali and
sing until tho branches drop with the
melody. There is II better cline for us,
and 10y and by we shall migrate. We
gather in the branches Of the goodly
cedar, in preparation for departure
on heard our voices in the opening
song; you will hear them in the closing
song good, voices bad, voices
happy, voices diStrcSstul-"All fowl of
every wing Hy and 10y we shall be
gUUe.
If all this audience is saved, as | hope
| they will be, | see them entering into
| life. Some have had it hard; some have
| ll'tu IL easy. Some were brilliant; some
were dun. Some were rocked 10y pious
parenCage; others have had their infan-
tile checks SCalicd with the tears of
woe. Some crawled, as it were, into
the kingdom on their hands and knees,
and some seemed to enter in chariOtS
0! flaming fire. Those fell from ships
mast; these were crushed IN Il mining
| disaster. They are Gods singing birds
now. No gun Of huntSman shall shoot
them down. They gather Oh the trees
OF life and fold their wings on the
branches, and faraway from frosts and
winds and night hey sing until the
hills are flooded with JOY, and the skies
drop music, and the arches of pearl
send back the ccheS -"All fowl Of every
wing"
Behold the saints, beloved of God,
Washed arc their robes i'm Jesus blood.
brighter than angels, 10! they shine,
Their glorics splendid and sublime.
Through trihulation great they came;
.lhry bore the cross and ScOrncd the shame;
Now, IN the heavenly temple blast,
With God they dwell; ON him they rest
| While everlasting ages roll
! Eternal love shall feast their soul.
| Ald scenes OF bliss, forever new
lilNr IN succession to TIN IL view.