The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1893-08-03

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had persisted. We stood, with black
book, reading over the grave: 'Ashes
| to ashes, dust to dust"
q But l hurl away this darkness. l
can not have you weep. Thanks be
unto God, who giveth us the victory,
at eventime it shall be light! | have
seen many Christians die. | never saw
any of them die in the darkness. What
| If the pillows of death do rise above
| our girdle, who does not love to battle?
What though other lights do go out in
the blast; what do we want of them
whe. all the gates of glory swing open
| before us, and from a myriad voices, a
myriad harps, q myriad thrones, a
myriad palaces, there dash upon us,
''Hosannah! Hosannah!''
Throw back the shutters and let tie
sun come in" said dying Scoville Nc
Collum, one of my Sabbath-school
Toys. You can see Paul putting on
! robes, and wings of ascension, as he
exclaims: 81 have fought the good
fight; l have finished my course; l
have kept the faith" Hugh McKail
| went to one side of the scaffold of mar
tyrdom and cried: Farewell sun,
moon and stars! farewell all earthly
delights!' Then went to the other
side of the scaffold and cried:
"Welcome God and Father! Wei
Mediator of the covenant! Vel
come death! Welcome glory A min
lister of Christ in Philadelphia, dying,
said in his last moments: Il move into
the light!' They did not go down
doubling, and fearing, and shivering,
but their battle-cry rang through all
the caverns of the sepulcher, and was
echoed from all the thrones of Heaven:
80 death! where is thy sting? o
grave! where is thy victory?" Sing,
my soul, of joys to come.
l saw beautiful being wandering
up and down the earth. She touched
the aged, and they became young.
She touched the poor, and they became
rich. l said: "Who is this beaut ifuI
being, wandering up and down the
earth?" They told me that her name
was Death. What a strange thrill of
joy when the palsied Christian begins
to use his arm again! When the blind
Christian begins to see again! When
the deaf Christian begins to hear again!
When the poor pilgrim puts his feet
on such pavement, and joins in
such company, and has a free
seat in such great temple! Hun
CRY men no more to hunger: thirsty
men no more to thirst; weeping men
no more to weep; dying men no more
to die. Gather up all sweet words, all
jubilant expressions, all rapturous ex-
CARNATIONS; bring them to me, and l
will pour them upon this stupendous
theme of the souls disenthrallment.
Oh! the joy of the spirit as it shall
mount up toward the throne of
God, shouting: Free! Free! Your
ture of earth and Heaven; but
the eye hath not seen it. Your
ear has caught harmonies uncounted
and cribable-caught them from
harp's trill, birds carol, and water
falls dash, and oceans doxolgy; but
the ear hath not heard it. How did
those blessed ones get up into the
light? What hammer knocked off
their chains? What loom wove their
robes of light? Who gave them wings?
All! eternity is not long enough to
tell it; seraphim have not capacity
enough to realize 1.-THE marvels of re-
deeming love! Let the palms wave let the
crowns glitter, let the anthems ascend,
let the trees of Lebanon clap their
hands-they can n ot tell the half of it.
Archangel before the throne, thou
failest! Sing on, praise on, We hosts of
the glorifed and if with your scepters
you can not reach it, and with your
songs you can not express it, then let
all the myriads of the saved unite in
the exclamation: Jesus! Jesus! Jesus''
There will be password at the gate
of Heaven. A great multitude comes
up and knocks at the gate. The gate
keeper says: ''The password" They
say: "We have no password. We were
great on earth and now we come up to
be great in Heaven" A voice from
within answers: Il never knew you"
Another group comes up to the gate
of Heaven and knocks. The gatel1eeper
says: 1.-The password" The say: I'VE
have no password. We did
great many noble things on earth.
We endowed colleges and took care OF
the poor" A voice from within saws:
II never knew YOU Another group
comes up to the gate of Heaven and
knocks. The gate-keeper says: The
password" They answer: 1--WE were
wanderers from God, and deserved to
die; but we heard the voice of Jesus"
aye! ah!' says the gate-keeper, that
is the password Lift up your heads,
We everlasting gates, and let these peo-
pie come in They in and surround
the throne, jubilant forever.
All! do you wonder that the last hours
of the Christian on earth are illumi-
mated by thoughts of coming glory?
Light in the evening. The medicines
may be bitter. The pain may be sharp.
The parting may be heart-rending.
Yet, light in the evening. AS all the
stars of night sink their anchors of pearl
in lake, and river, and sea, SO the waves
of Jordan shall be illuminated with the
down-fashing of the glory to come. The
dying soul looks up at the constelIa-
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