The Portland daily press., 1893-07-17

SUN rises at 8 and sets at 4. The birth
angel and death angel fly only little
way apart. Baptism and burial are
near together. With one hand thu
mother rocks the cradle, and with the
other she touches the grave.
went into the house of one of nv
parishioners on Thanksgiving day. The
little child Of the household was bright
and glad, and with it bounded up and
down the hail Christmassfay came, and
the light Of that household had persisted.
We stood, with black book, reading over
the grave, 'sAshes to ashes, dust to dust. !"
But hurl away this darkness. Ican-
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 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 glo-
ry swing open before us, and from a
myriad voices, a myriad harps, a myriad
thrones, myriad palaces, there dash
upon us, "Hesallnai Hosannar,
Throw back the shutters and let the
sun come in said dying Scoville McCol-
lum, one of my Sabbath school boys.
You can see Paul putting on robes and
wings of ascension as he exclaims: "I
have fought the good fight. I have fin
ished my course. l have kept the faith"
Hugh McKail went to one side Of the
scaffold Of mastyrdom and cried: Fare
well sun, moon and stars! Farewell all
earthly delightsl' Then went to the
other side of the scaffoId and cried.
welcome, God and Father! Welcome,
sweet Jesus Christ, the Mediator of the
Covenant Welcome death! Welcome
gloryl''
A minister of Christ in Philadelphia,
dying, said in his last moments, 81
move into the lghtp 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: 80 death! where is thy stings
0 gravel where is Thy victory" 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
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 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 jul
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
Free! 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 indescribable-
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 light? What hammer knocked
off their chains2 What loom wove their
robes of lightp Who gave them wingss
All, eternity is not long enough to tell
it; seraphim have not capacity enough
to realize 1.-THE marvels of redeenaing
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.
Erchangel before the throne, thou
failestl Sing on, praise on, ye hosts of
the glorifed. And if with your scepters
you cannot reach it and with your songs
you cannot express it, then let all the
myriads Of the saved unite in the ex-
clamation, "Jesus! Jesus! Jesusr'
There will be a password at the gate
of heaven. A great multitude come up
and knock at the gate. The gatekeeper
says, 'sThe password" They say: eve
have no password. We were great on
earth, and now we come up to be great
in heaven" A voice from within an
swers, IT never knew you" Another
group come up to the gate Of heaven and
knock. The gatekeeper says, ''The pass
word" They say: "We have no pass
word. We did a great many noble
things on earth. We endowed colleges
End took care of the poor" A voice
from within says, 81 never knew you."
Another group come up to the gate of
heaven and knock. The gatekeeper says,
'sThe password" They answer, "We
were wanderers from God and deserved
to die, but we heard the voice of Jesus"
"Aye, ave." said the gatekeeper, s'thatis
the password Lift up your heads, ye
everlasting gates, and let these people
come in" They go in and surround the
throne, iubilent forever.
All! do you wonder that the last hours
of the Christian on earth are Illuminated
by thoughts of the coming glory? Light
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