Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1893-1895, 1893-07-10

friends. life ia n short winters day. The
sun rises at . and sets NJ 4. The birth
angel and death angel ny only q little
way apart. Baptism aud burial ore
near together. With one hand the
mother rocks the cradle, and with the
other she touches the grave
went into the house Of one Of my
parishioners on Thanksgiving day. The
| little child of the household was bright
and glad, and with Il bounded up and
down the hall. Christmas day came, and
the light Of that household had perished.
We stood. with black book, reading over
the grave, "Ashes 20 ashes, dust 10 dust" "
But hurl away this darkness. lean
not have you weep. Thanks be unto
God, who giveth us the victory, at even
time it shall be light have seen many
Christians die. lnever saw any Of them
die In darkness. What If the billows Of
death do rise above our girdle, who does
not love TO bathe2 What though other
lights do go out in the blast, what do we
want of them when all the gates of glo-
ry swing open before us, and from a
myriad voices, a myriad harps, amyriad
thrones, myriad palaces. there dash
upon us, "Hosannal Hosannav
Throw back the shutters and let the
sun come in said dying SUoville McCol-
lum, one Of my Sabbath school boys.
You can see Paul putting on robes and
wings of ascension as he exclaims: 81
have fought the good fight. l have fin
ished my course. l have kept the faith"
Hugh McKail went to one side Of the
scaffold of martyrdom and cried: Fare
well sun, moon and starsl Farewell all
earthly delightsr Then went to the
other side of the scaffold and cried:
WELCOME, God and Father! Welcome,
sweet Jesus Christ, the Mediator of the
covenant! Welcome death! Welcome
gloryp
A minister of Christ in Philadelphia,
dying, said in his last moments, II
move into the light" They did not go
down doubling and fearing and shiver-
ing, but their battlecry rang through
all the caverns of the sepulcher and was
echoed back from all the thrones of
heaven: 30 deathl where is thy stings
o gravel where is thy victory9" Sing,
my soul, of joys to come.
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.
Isaid, ''Who is this beautiful being, wan
dering 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 free seat In
such great templel
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 ju-
bilant expressions, all rapturous excla-
nations. Bring them to me, and will
pour them upon this stupendous theme
of the souls disenthrallmenti Oh, the
| Joy Of the spirit as it shall mount up to-
ward the throne of God shouting: Freel
Freel Your eye has gazed upon the gar
niture of earth and heaven, but the eye
hath not seen it. Your ear has caught
harmonies uncounted and dindescribable--
caught them from harp's trill and birds
carol and waterfalls dash and oceans
doxology, but the ear hath not heard it.
How did those blessed ones get up
into the Ightl What hammer knocked
off their chainsS What loom woye their
robes Of lighti Who gave them wings?
All, eternity Is not long enough TO tell
it; seraphim have not capacity enough
to realize 1.-THE marveis Of redeeming
Lowell 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 throne, thou
failest! Sing on, praise on, ye hosts of
the glorifed. And If with your scepters
you cannot reach 1t and with your songs
you cannot express 1t, then let all the
myriads of the saved unite in the ex-
clamation, "Jesusl Jesusl Jesusi'
There Will be a password at the gate
of heaven. A great multitude come up
and knock at the gate. The gatekeeper
says, 1.-THE password" They say;''We
have no password. We were great on
eartn, ana now We come up 70 Do great
in heaven" A voice from within an
swers, II never knew you" Another
group come up to the gate Of heaven and
knock. The gatekeeper says, "The pass
word" They say: I'VE have no pass
word. We did great many noble
things on earth. We endowed colleges
and took care Of the poor" A voice
from within says, Il never knew you"
Another group come up to the gate of
heaven and knock. The gatekeeper says,
''The password" They answer, awe
were wanderers from God and deserved
to die, but we heard the voice of Jesus"
"Aye, aye" said the gatekeeper, "thatis
the password Lift mp your heads. ye
everlasting gates, and let these people
come in" They 90 in and surround the
throne, jubilant forever.
Ahi do you wonder that the last hours
of the Christian on earth are illuminated
by thoughts Of the coming gloryi Light
In the evening. The medicines may be
bitter. The pain may be sharp. The
parting may be heartrending. Yet light
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