The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1893-04-07

morning-O We who are never well-O
ye who are lacerated with physical dis
tresses, let me tell you Of the resurrected
body, free from all disease. dmmortal'
Immortal!
will go further and say, in regard to
that body which you are to get in the res
direction, 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 a
body that never gets tired. Is it not a
glorious thought?
NO IDLENEss IN HEAVEN.
Plenty Of occupation in heaven. /
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 Decem-
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 moment in
our work of commencing Christ and
heaven to all the people. But we all get
Tired.
1t is characteristic of the human body
in this condition. We must get tired. Is
it not glorious thought that after awhile
we-are going to have body that will
lever get weary? Oh, glorious resurrec-
ton day Gladly will | fling aside this
poor body of sin and fling it into the
tomb, if at thy bidding | shall have a
body that never wearies. That was a
splendid resurrection hymn that was
Gung at my fathers burial:
| 10 Jesus slept God 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
ring. The father held on, but the son
after awhile lost his hold in the rigging
Ind was dashed down. The father sup
losed 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 a bed in a
sherman's hut, and after many hours
lad passed he came to consciousness and
wv lying beside him on the same bed
lis 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 tc
lie.
| May the God of peace that brought
again from the dead our Lord Jesus, that
treat shepherd of the sheep, through the
blood of the everlasting covenant make
you perfect in every good work, to dc
lis will, and let this brilliant scene Of
;hs morning transport our thoughts
The grander assemblage before tn
throne.
| This august assemblage is nothing com
pared with it. The one hundred an
forty and four thousand, and the 'grea
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.
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