The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1893-08-30

earth over-to hear just one word from
those lips that few months ago used
to call you by your first name, though
so long you yourself have been parent.
Now, you have done your best to hide
your grief You smile when you do not
feel like it. But though you may de-
ceive the world, God knows. He looks
down upon the empty cradle, upon the
desOlated nursery, upon the stricken
home and upon the broken heart and
says; This is the way L thrash wheat;
this is the way 1 scour my jewelsl Cast
thy burden on my arm. and 1 will sus-
tain you. All those tears have gather
ed into my bOttlep'
But what is the use of having so many
tears in Gods Iachrymatory? In that
great casket or vase why does God pre-
serve all your troubles? Through all the
ages of eternity. what use of a great col
lection of tears? / do not know that
they will be kept there forever. 1 do not
know but that in some distant age OF
heaven an angel of God may look into
the bottle and find it as empty of tears
as the lachrymals of earthenware dug up
from the ancient city. Where have the
tears gone? What spirit of hell hath
been invading Gods palace and hath
robbed the lachrymatories? None.
These were sanctified sorrows, and those
tears were changed into pearls that are
now set in the crowns and robes of the
ransomed.
1 walk up to examine this heavenly
coronet, cleaning brighter that the sun,
and cry, From what river depths of
heaven were those gems gathered?" and
thousand voices reply, These are
transmitted tears from the Coos bottle"
see scepters of light stretched down
from the throne of those who on earth
were trOd on of men, and in every
scepter point. and inlaid in every ivory
stair of golden throne. I behold an in
describable richness and luster, and cry,
From whence this streaming light
these flashing pearls?" and the voices
of the elders before the throne, and of
the martyrs Under the altar, and of the
hundred and forty and four thousand
radiant on the CLASSY sea exclaim,
Transmitted tears from Gods bottle"
In Everlasting Evidence.
Let the ages of heaven roll on-the
story of earth's pomp and pride long ago
ended. The kohinoor diamonds that
make kings proud. the precious stones
that adorned Persian tiara and famed
in the robes of Babylonian professions
forgotten; the Golconda mines charred in
the last cOnflagration; but, firm as the
everlasting hills, and pure as the light
that streams from the throne and bright
as the river that flows from the eternal
rock, shall CLEAN, shall sparkle, shall
flame forever these transmitted tears Of
Gods bottle.
Meanwhile let the empty lachrymatory
of heaven stand forever. Set no hand
touch 1t. Let no wing strike it, Let no
collision crack it. Purer than beryl or
chrysoprasus. Let ii stand on the step
of Jehovahs throne and under the arch
Of the unfading rainbow. Passing down
the corridors of the palace, the redeemed
of earth shall glance at ii and think of
all the earthly troubles from which they
We're delivered and say each to each:
That is what we heard of on earth.'
''That is what the psalmist spoke Of"
There once were put our tears" THAT
is Gods bottle" And while standing
there inspecting this richest inlaid vase
Of heaven, the towers of the palace dome
strike up this lively chime: God hath
wiped away all tears from all faces
Wherefore comfort one another with
these words"