Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1893-05-08

through the gardeH gate. de comes
through this path OF the garden, ana
he comes to the aged man, and be says;
..Old man, come to help thee, ! come
to strengthen thee. Down 10 hoary
hairs will shelter thee; Will give
thee strength at the time OF old age:
I will not leave; / will never torsaRe
thee. Peace, broken hearted old man,
! will be thy consolation forever"
And then Christ the Gardener comes
up another path OF the garden anu no
sees a soul in great trouble, and ne says,
''Hrsh, troubled spirit; the sun snall
not smite thee by day, nor the moon oy
night: the Lord shall preserve thee from
ali evil: the Lord shall preserve thy
soul.n And then the Gardener comes
up another path of the garden, and he
comes where there are some beautlIul
binds. and | say, "Stop, o Gardener, do
not break them off," But he breaks
them of, the beautiful buds, and / see
a great fiutter among the leaves, and L
wonder what he is doing, and he says,
81 do not come to destroy these MOWERS;
am only going to plant them In nlgh-
err terrace, and in the garden around my
palace. l have come into my garden
10 gather lilies. must take back a
whole cluster of rosebuds. Peace,
troubled soul; all shall be well. Suffer
the little children to come unto me, and
forbid them not, for of such is the king
dom of heaven" Oh glorious
GARDENER OF THE CHURCH!
Christ comes to it now, and he has a
right to come. We look into the face
of the Gardener as he breaks of the
bud, and we say, Thou art worthy TO
have them; thy will be DONE" The
hardest prayer a bereaved father or
mother ever uttered-"Thy will be
dune."
But YOU have noticed that around
every kings garden there is a high wall.
You may have stood at the wall OF a
kings court and thought chow | would
like to see that garden" and while you
were watching, the gardener opened
the gate and the royal equipage swept
through it and you caught glimpse OF
the garden, but only glimpse, for then
tho gates closed.
bless God that this Garden OF Christ
mas gates on all sides, that they are
opened by day, opened by night, and
whosoever will may come in. Oh! how
many there are who die in the desert
when they might revel in the garden!
How many there are who are seeking
in the garden of this world that salts
faction which they can never find!
1t was so with Theodore Hook, who
made all nations laugh while he was
living. And yet Theodore Hook on a
certain day, when in the midst OF his
revelry he caught glimpse Of his own
face and his own apparel in the mirror,
said: THAT is true. look just as l
am-lost, body, mind, soul and estate,
LOST" And so it was with Shenstone
about his garden, of which spoke in
the beginning of my sermon. He sat
down amid all its beauty and wrung his
hands aud said; II have lost my way
TO happiness; am frantic; hate every
thing; hate myself as a madman
ought to-" Alas! so many in the gar
dens OF this world are looking for that
flower they can never find except 10 the
garden OF Christ.
Substantial comfort will not grow
Ia natures barren soil.
All we can boast till Christ we know
Is vanity and toll.
HOW MANY HAVE TRIED
All the fountains of this worlds pleas
ure, but never tasted of the stream
from Lebanon! How many have re-
yelled in other gardens, to their SOULS
ruin, but never plucked one flower
from the garden of our God! swing
open all the gates of the garden and In
vite you in, whatever your history,
whatever your sins, whatever your
temptations, whatever your trouble.
The invitation comes no more to one
than to all: Whatsoever will, let him
come"
The flowers of earthly gardens soon
fade, but, blessed be God, there are
garlands that never wither, and
through the grace of Christ Jesus we
may enter into the joys which are pro-
vided for us at Gods right hand. Oh!
come into the garden. And remember,
as the closing thought, that God not
only brings us into garden here, bnt
it is a garden all the way with those
who trust and love and serve him,
garden all through the struggles Of this
life, a garden all up the slope to
Heaven.
There everlasting spring abides
And never-witherng lowers.
Death, like "a narrow stream, divides
That heavenly land from ours.
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