Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1893-11-13
z. E. FOSDICK, Trustee,

the first one in which he ever sailed. You
have seen a soldier roll up his sleeve and
show you bis arm tattooed with the figure
OF fortress where he was garrisoned, or
the face Of great general under whom he
fought. You have seen many hand tat
tooed with the face Of n loved one before or
after marriage.
This tattooing Is almost as old as the
world 1t is some colored liquid punctured
into the flesh so indulibly that nothing can
wash It out. 1t may have been there 80
years, but when the man goes into his cof-
fin that picture will go with him on hand
or arm. Now, God says that he has tattooed
us upon his bands. There can be no other
meaning in the iorty-ninth chapter OF
Isaiah, where God says, behold / have
craven thee on the palms of my handsr'
1t was as much rs to say! ~ cannot open
,my hand tohelp, but think Of you. lean
hot spread abroad my hands to bless, but
think Of you. Wherever go up and down
the heavens / take these Two pictures OF
you with me- They are so inwrought into
my being That cannot lose them. AS long
as my hands last the memory Of You will
last. Not on the back Of my hands, ms
though 70 announce you TO others, but on
the palms VI my hands for myself to look
at aud study and love, Not on the
palm OF one hand alone, but on the
palms Of both hands, for while
am looking upon one hand and thinking Of
you, must have the otherhand free to pro
tect you, free to strike back your enemy,
free to lift II you fall Palms of my hands
indelibly tattooedl And though hold the
winds In my fist no cyclone shall uproot
the Inscription Of your name and your face,
and though hold the ocean in the hollow
Of my hand It's bilowing shall not wash
out the record Of my remembrance, Be
hold, have craven thee on the palms of my
hands,"
GODS GREAT HEART PALACE.
What joy, what honor can there be COM
parable to that of being rcmem bered by the
mightiest md kndest and loveliest and
tonderest and most aHeotonate being in
the universal Think OF 1t, to hold an ever
lasting place in the heart OF God. The
heart Of God The most beautiful palace
In the universe. Let the archnngel build
some palace Hs grand MS that II he can Let
him crumble up all the stars Of yesternipht
and tomorrow night and put them together
as mosalcs for such palace door. Let him
days and the Aurorns OF all the nights and
hang them us upholstery Mt its windows.
Let him take all the rivers, and all the
lakes, and all the oceans, and toss them
into the fountains OF this palace court. Let
him take all the gold Of all the hills and
hang It in its chandeliers and all the pearls
Of all tho seas, and all the diamonds OF all
the fields, and with thom arch the doorways
OF that palace, and then invite into it. all
the glories that Esther ever saw Mt a Per.
sian banquet, or Daniel ever walked among
in BabyloniAn castles, or Joseph ever wit
messed In Pharnoh's throueroum, and then
yourself enter this castle OF archangelic CON
struction, and see how poor palace ii Is
compared with the greater palace that some
of you have already found In the heart OF a
loving and pardoning God, and into which
all the music, and all the prayers, and all
the sermonlc considerations OF this day are
trying to introduce you through the blood
OF the slain lamb.
THE DEFEAT or OBLIVION.
oh, where is oblivion nowf From the
dark and oyershadowlng word that it seem
ed when began, II has become something
which no man or woman or child who loves
the Lord need ever fear. Oblivion defeat
ed, Oblivion dead, Oblivion sepulchercd.
But must not be so hard on that devour-
ing monster, for into its grave 20 all our
sins when the Lord for Christs sake has
forgiven them. Just blow resurrection
trumpet over them when once oblivion has
snapped them down. Not one OF them
rises. Blow again, Not a stir amid all the
pardoned iniquities Of lifetime. Blow
again Not one of them moves In the deep
grave trenches. But TO this powerless res
direction trumpet voiee responds, half hui
man, half divine, and 1t must be part man
and part God, saying, "'rheir sins and their
iniquities will remember no more.n
Thank God for this blessed oblivionl So
you sec did not invite you down into a
cellar but upon a throne; not into the
graveyard to which all materialism is dcs-
tined, but into garden all ahloom with
everlasting remembrance. The frown OF
my first text has become the kiss Of the
second text. Annihilation has become cor
onation. Tho wringing hands Of great
agony have become the clapping hands OF a
great Joy. The requiem with which we be-
gan has become the grand march with
which we close Tho tear OF sadness that
rolled down our cheek has struck the lip
ON which sits the laughter of eternal
triumph.