Connecticut western news., 1893-04-06

that body which you are to get In the res urrection, it will be powerful body. We walk now eight or ten miles, and we are fatigued; we lift few hundred pounds, and we are exhausted unarmed, we meet a wild beast and we must run or fly or climb or dodge because we are in- competent to meet it; we toll eight or ten hours vigorously, and then we are weary, but in the resurrection we are to have 8 body that never gets tired. Is it not glorious thought?
 NO IDLENESS IN HEAVEN.
 Plenty of occupation in heaven. I suppose Broadway, New York, in the busiest season of the year at monday is not so busy as heaven is all the time. Grand projects of mercy for other worlds. Victories to be celebrated. The downfall of despotisms on earth to be announced. Great songs to be learned and sung. Great expeditions on which God shall send forth his children. Plenty to do, but no fatigue. If you are seated under the trees of life, it will not be to rest, but to talk over with some old com rade old times-the battles where you fought shoulder to shoulder.
 Sometimes in this world we feel we would like to have such body as that There is so much work to be done for Christ, there are so many tears to be wiped away, there are so many burdens to lift, there is so much to be achieved for Christ we sometimes wish that from the first of January to the last of Decen- Der we could toll on without stopping to sleep, or take any recreation, or to rest, or even to take food-that we could toll right on without stopping 8 moment in our work of commenting Christ and heaven to all the people. But we all get tired.
 It is characteristic of the human body in this condition. We must get tired. Is it not a glorious thought that after awhile we are going to have 8 body that will never get weary? Oh, glorious resurrec- tion day. Gladly will fling aside this poor body of sin and fling it into the tomb, if at thy bidding I shall have 8 body that never wearies. That was Q splendid resurrection hymn that was sung at my fathers burial:
 So Jesus slept. Gods dying Son
 Passed through the grave and blessed the bed. Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne
 The morning breaks to pierce the shade. O blessed resurrection Speak out, sweet flowers, beautiful flowers, while you tell of risen Christ and tell of the righteous who shall rise. May God fill you this morning with anticipation! HAPPY REUNION.
 heard of father and son who among others were shipwrecked at sea. The father and the son climbed into the rig ging. The father held on, but the son after awhile lost his hold in the rigging and was dashed down. The father sup posed he had gone hopelessly under the wave. The next day the father was brought ashore from the rigging in an exhausted state and laid in Q bed in fsherman's s hut, and after many hours had passed he came to consciousness and saw lying beside him on the same bed his boy.
 Oh, my friends, what glorious thing it will be when we wake up at last to find our loved ones beside us Coming up from the same plot in the graveyard: coming up in the same morning light the father and son alive forever, all the loved ones alive forever, nevermore to weep, nevermore to part, nevermore to die.
 May the God of peace that brought again from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great shepherd of the sheep, through the blood of the everlasting covenant make you perfect in every good work, to do his will and let this brilliant scene of the morning transport our thoughts to the grandar assemblage before the throne.
 This august assemblage is nothing com pared with it. The one hundred and forty and four thousand, and the ''great multitude that no man can number" :" some of our best friends among them, we after awhile to join the multitude. Blessed anticipation!
 My soul anticipates the day, Would stretch her wings and soar away To aid the song the palm to bear And bow, the chief of sinners. there.