The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1893-07-14


burial are near together. With one
hand the mother rocks the cradle, and
with the other she touches the grave.
Invent into the house Of one OF my
| parishioners on Thanksgiving day.
| The little child of the household was
| bright and glad, and with it l bounded
up and down the hall Christmas day
Gang, and the light of that household
! had persisted. We stood, with black
book, reading over the grave: "Ashes
to ashes, dust to dust"
But l hurl away this darkness. l
cannot have you weep. Thanks be
unto God, who giveth us the victory, at
eventime it shall be light! l have seen
many Christians die. never saw any
of them die in 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
| when all the gates of glory swing open
before us, and from myrid voices, a
myrid harps, myriad thrones, a
myriad palaces, there dash upon us.
"Hosannah! Hosannahf'
Throw back the shutters and let the
sun come in" said dying Scoville Nc
Collum, one of my Sabbath school boys
You can see Paul putting on robes, and
wings of ascension, as he eXclaims: Il
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 martyrdom and cried:
Farewell, sun, moon and stars! fare
we'll all earthly delights"' Then went
| to the other side of the scaffOld and
| cried: Welcome God and Father! We'll
come, sweet Jesus Christ, the Mediator
of the covenant! Welcome death! We'll
| come glory!' A minister of Christ in
Philadelphia, dying. said in his last
moments. II move into the light!'
They did not go down in doubling. and
fearing, and shivering, but their battle
cry rang through all the caverns of the
sepulcher, and was echoed back from
all thrones of Heaven, 20 death! where
is thy sting? o grave! where is thy
victory?" Sing, my soul, of joys to
come.
/ saw a beautiful being wandering
| up and down the earth. She touched
the aged, and they became young.
rich. l said: ''Who is this beautiful be-
ing, wandering up and down the earth. -
They told me that her name was
Death. What 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 COM
pany, and has free seat in such a
great temple. Hungry 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 ordinations; bring them
to me, and l will pour them upon this
stupendous theme of the souls olsen
thrallmentl Oh! the joy of the
spirit as it shall mount up toward
Free! Your eye has gazed upon the
garniture of earth and Heaven;
but the eye hath not seen it. Your
ear has caught harmonies uncounted
and indescriba ble-caught them from
harp's trill, birds carol. and waterfalls
dash, and oceans doXology; 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 chains so light?
Who gave them wings? All! eternity is
not long enough to tell it: seraphim
have not capacity enough to realize it
the marvels of redeeming love! Let
the palms wave, let the crowns glitter,
let the anthems ascend. let the trees of
Lebanon clap their hands-they cannot
tell the half of it. Archangel before
the the throne. thou failest! Sing on.
praise on, We hosts of the glorified; and
if with your scepters you cannot reach
it, and with your songs you cannot ex-
press 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: I'VE 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 gate-keeper says: The pass
word" They say, 1--WE have no pass
word. We did great many noble :
things OH earth. We endowed colleges
and took care of the poor A voice
from within says. Il never knew you"
Another group comes up to the gate of
Heaven and knocks. The gate-keeper
says, 1.-The password" They answer,
1--WE were wanderers from God, and
deserved to die; but we heard the voice
of Jesus" 'Ay! ah!'' says the gate
keeper, that is the password! Lift up
your heads, We everlasting gates, and
let these people come in" They go in
and surround the throne, jubilant for
ever.
All! do you wonder that the last
hours of the Christian on earth are
illuminated by thoughts of the coming
glory? Light in the evening. The
medicines may be bitter. The pain