The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1893-02-02

has una bacs. and the crutci hiss been
thrown away, and he Is so changed you hard
ly know him. You saw. "Why, never So
you look 50 WE'LL" He says; III couldn't
rivers and climbing these mountains, and
that's how got this elasticity. never was
50 we'll
Oh, my friends, your departed iovsi ones
are only away for their health In better
climate. aud when you meet them they will
he 30 changed you will hardly know them
they will he 30 very much changed. and
aftsr awhile when you are assured that
they are your friends your departed friends,
you viii say: "Why, where is that coughg
Where Is that parsiysisl Where Is that
pneumoniaf Where Is that consumption
Aud he will say; "Oh, IAN entirely we'll!
There are no sick oues in this country.
have been ranging these hills, AMI hence
this elasticity. have been here now twenty
years, and not one sick ons nave | sesn-we
are all we'll in this climate"
AMI then 1 stand at the gate OF the ceies.
tial city to see the procession come out, aud
1 see n long procession OF little children
with their arms full OF how,rs, and then
see procession OF kings ani priests moving
In celestial pageantry-a long procession,
but no black uasseed vehicle, no mourning
group ami | say: "How strange IL Is
Where is your Greenwood? whore is your
laurel Hiliy where Is your Westminster
Abbey" Aud they shall cry "rners are
no graves here"
And then listen for the tollins OF the old
bslfries OF heaven, the oil belfries OF
eternity. listen 70 hear them toll for the
dead, but they toll not for tho dead. They
only strike up a silvery calm, tower to
tower. east gate TO west gat', rs they ring
out "They shalt hunger a. more, Mother
thirst any more neither shall ths sun light
on them, nor any neat, for the Lamb which
Is in the midst OF the throne s1al lead them
To living fountains OF water, an Col shall
wipe away all tears from their eyos'
On. unglovs your hanl and give II TO me
In cougratuatlon ON that scsnsl feel as II
| would shout. | will shout haleluiahl
Dear Lord. forgive mo that | ever com.
planed about anything. II all this is b..
tore us. who cares for anything but God and
heaven an 4 eternal brotherhoo12 Take the
Grape off the doOrbell Your loved ones are
only away for their health in a laud am.
brosial. Come Lowell Mason; come, Isaac
Watts, au give US your best hymn about
Joy celestial.
What is tho uss OF postp)ni1y our hsavsn
any lougerg LIT II begin now, anl whose
ever hath harp let her thru II IL. aud who.
soever hath a trumpet let hi II blow IL, aud
whosoever hatn an organ let HIN give US n
full diapason. They crowd down tue air.
spirits blessed, moving in clvalriie Of tri-
umph. Their chariot whenis whirl in the
Sabbath sualight they c1ms Halt, at.
mics of God Halt until we ars ready to
| Join the battalion Ut pleasures that never
/ die
| Oh, my friends, It would take a sermon as
long as eternity 10 tell the JOYS that are
coming to Us. just set open tue SuuShiny
door Come in, all ye disciples of this
world who have found the world a mockery.
| Come in. all ys disciples of the dane, an 1
see the bounding feet OF this heavenly glad
mesa Come in, ye disciples of worldly
amuseme and see the stage whore kings
are the actors. aud burning worl Is thc foot.
! lights, and thrones tbs spectacular.
Arise. ye deaf IN sin, for this Is the morn
! ing of resurrection. The joys ot HEAVIER
submerge our soul. 1 pull out the trumpet
stop. In thy presenc, there Is tulluess ol
| joy; at thy risnt hand there are pleasure
torevermore.
| Blessed are thn saints beloved OF God;
| Washed are their robes ip Jesus's blood;
| Brighter tht angels. TO- they ehiue,
| Their glorcs splendid aud sublime.
| My so II anticipates the day,
Would stretch her wing ana soar away
To AID the song. the palm 10 bear,
| And bow tue chief OF sinners there.
Oh. the sunshine, the glorious sunshine
the everlasting sunshnel