The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-01-30

/ last dying moments! AS he looked up be
T said: "It opens: il expands, il expands. }"
/ Or as Mr.. Toplady. the author OF Rock Of
/ Ages in his last moment. or during his
+ las, hours, looked up and said, as though as
Z though he saw something supernatural,
/ Light and then as be came on nearer the
I dying moment. his couutenance more
/ luminous, he cried. Light" and at the
I very moment of his departure lifted both
( hands, something supernatural in his coun-
/ tenance as he cried, Light" Only another
I name for sunshine.
Besides that, We shall have all the pleas
I ures of association. We will 20 right up IN
/ the front OF God without any fright. All
our sins gone, there will be nothing 70 be
frightened about There our old Christian
friends will troop around u.s. Just as now
one of your sick friends goes away to Flori-
da, the Land Of Flowers, or to the south Of
France, and you do not see him for a long
while, and after a while you meet him, and
the hOllows under the eyes are all hlled, and
the appetite has come back, and the crutch
has been thrown away, and he is so
changed you hardly know him; you say,
why, 1 never saw you look so we'll. 8"
He says, 81 couldn't help but be well l
have been sailing these rivers and climb
ing these mountains, and that's how l got
=
my friend your departed loved ones are
only away for their health in d better cli-
mate and when you meet them they will
be 80 changed you will hardly know them;
they will be so very much changed and
after awhile, when you are assured that
they are your friends, you will say: why,
where Is that cough? Where is that par
alysisi Where is that pneumonia Where
is that consumptionp And he will say:
col / am entirely we'll; there are no sick
ones in this country; have been ranging
these hills and hence this elasticity. have
been here now twenty years and not one
sick one have seen-we are all we'll In this
climate
And then stand ct the gate Of the celes-
tial city TO see the PROFESSIONS come out,
and l see a long procession of little children
with their arms full Of flowers, and then l
see procession of kings and priests moving
in celestial pageantry-a long procession,
but no black-tasseled vehicle, no mourning
group, and | say, How strange it is
Where is your Greenwood? Where is your
Laurel nile Where is your Westminster
abbey!' And they shall cry, There are
no graves here" And then listen for the
tolllng Of the old belfries of heaven, the old
belfries OF eternity. | listen to her them
toll for the dead. but they toll not for the
dead; they only strike up a silvery chime,
tower 70 tower. east gate to west gate, as
they ring out, They shall hunger no more,
neither thirst any more. neither shall the
sun light on them, nor any heat; for the
lamb which Is in the midst of the throne
shall lead them to living fountains of water
and God shall wipe away all tears from
their eyes"
o! unglove your hand and give it to me
IN congratulation on that scene 1 feel as
IL would shout. ! will shout hallelujahl
Dear Lord, forgive me that / ever COM
planned about anything. IL all this is be-
Tore us who cares for anything but God and
heaven and eternal brotherhood Take the
Grape of the door bell. Your loved ones
are only away for their health in land
ambrosal. Come, Lowell Mason; come,
Isaac Watts, and give us your best hymn
about JOY celestial.
What is the use of postponing our heaven
any lonRers Let it begin now; and whose
ever hath a harp, let her thrum it; and
whatsoever hath trumpet, let him blow it;
and whosoever hath an organ let him give
US full diapason. They crowd down the
air, spirits blessed, moving 10 cavalcade of
triumph. Their chariot wheels whirl in the
Sabbath sunlight. They come Halt!
armies OF God! Halt! until we are ready to
Join the battalion of pleasures that never
die.
o, my friendsl 1t would take a sermon
as long as eternity to tell the joys that are
coming to us. just set open the sunshiny
door. Come in, all ye disciples OF the world
who have found the world a mockery.
Come in, all We disciples of the dance, and
see the bounding feet of this heavenly glad
ness. Come In, ye disciples OF worldly
amusement. and see the stage where kings
are the actors, and burning worlds the foot
lights, and thrones the spectacular Arise
ye dead in sin, for this is the morning of
resurrection. The joys of heaven submerge
our soul. l pull out the trumpet stop. In
thy presence there is fullness of joy; at
thy right hand there are pleasures forever
more.
Blessed are the saints beloved Of God,
Washed are their robes in Jesus blood;
Brighter than angels, 10 they shine,
Their glories splendid and sublime.
My soul anticipates the day,
Would stretch her wing and soar away
To aid the song the palm to bear,
And bow, the chief Of sinners, there.
o, the sunshine, the glorious sunshine,
the everlasting sunshinel