The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1892-03-18

birds are gone. Only those are safe
who have their nests i'm the goodly
cedar. They hang over them ''the
have those soft, warm, eternal wings
stretched over usl Let the storm beat,
and the branches of the cedar toss on
che wind-no danger. When storm
comes you can see the birds flying to
the woods Ere the storm OF death
comes down let MS fly to the goodly
cedar.
Of-what great varieties Heaven viii
be made up! There come men who
once were hard and cruel, and desper-
ate in wickeduess, ret now, soft and
changed by grace. they come into
glory: 'All fowl Of avery wing" And
here they come, the children who were
reared in loving home circles. docking
through the gates of life: "AiR fowl of
every wing" These were white, and
came from northern homes; these were
black, and assembled from southern
plantations; these were copper
colored, and went up from In
dian resel vations: "An fowl of every
wing" SO God gathers them mp. IL
is astonishing how easy it is for good
soul to enter Heaven. A prominent
business man in Philadelphia went
home one afternoon. lay down on the
lounge, and said: "It is time for me to
co." He was very aged. His daughter
said to him: Are you sick?" He said:
''Eo; but it is time for me to go.
Have John put It in two of the morn
ing papers, that my friends may know
that I am gone. Good-by;'' and az
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 ashore; 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 it? Is there any rudeness
when Jesus touches the cheek and the
red rose of health whitens into the lily
Of immortal purity and gladness?
When autumn comes and the giant
of the woods slnites 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 departing TO
warmer chimes, 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 MI
CRATE. We gather in the branches OF
the goodly cedar in preparation
for departure. You heard our voices In
the opening song; you will hear them
in the closing song-voices good, voices
bad, voices happy, voices distressful-
''all fowl of every wing" BY and by
we shall be gone. If all of this audi
ence be saved-as hope they will by
/ see them entering into life. Some
have had It hard, some have
had IL easy. Some were bril-
liant, some were dull. Some were
rocked by pious parentage, others have
had their infantile cheeks scalded with
the tears of some woe. Some crawled,
as it were, into the Kingdom on their
hands and knees. and some seemed
to enter in chariots of fam
ing fire. Those fell from a ships
mast, these were crushed in a
mining disaster. They are Gods
singing birds now. No gun of hunts
man 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 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; 10. they shine,
Their glories splendid and sublime.
Through tribulation great they came.
They bore the cross and scorned the shame;
Now, in the heavenly tempest 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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