The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1893-07-21

myriad harps, myriad thrones, q
myriad palaces, thefe dash Upon us,
"Hosannahl Hosannahi''
Throw back the shutters and let the
sun come in,' said dying Scoville Me-
boys. foi can see Paiil putting on
robes, and wings of ascension, as he
| sxclainis:. II Have fought the good
hghtI 1 have finished my toufsei
have kept the faith Hugh McKail
went to one side of the scaffold of mar
| tyrdoti and cried: Farewell sun,
moon aid starsl farewell oil earthly
de1ightsl' Then went to the othes
side of the seaffold and cried'
"WeIcome God and Father! Vel
come, sweet Jesiis Christ, the
Mediator Of the eevenafti Well
come death! Welcome gloryl" A min
lister of Christ in Philadelphia, dying,
said in his last moments: 81 move into
the ighti'' They did not 20 down
doubling, and fearing, and shivering,
but their battie-cry rang through all
the caverhs OF the sephlthef,. and was
echoed from ali the thrones of Heaven:
20 death! where is thy sting? o
grave! where is thy victory?" Sing,
my soul, of joys to come.
! saw beautiful being wandering
up and down the earth. She touched
the aged. and they became young.
She touched the poor, and they became
rich. / said: 'Who is this beautiful
being, wandering UP and down the
earth?" They told me that her name
was Death. What a strange thrill of
| joy when the palsied Christian begins
to use his arm again! When the blind
Christian begins to see again! When
the deaf Christian begins to hear againi
When the poor pilgrim puts his feet
on such pavement, and joins in
such company, and has free
eeat in such great temple! Hum
cry men no more to hunger; thirsty
inch no more to thirst, weeping men
no more to weep; dying men no more
to die. Gather up all sweet words, all
jubilant expressions. all rapturous ex-
carnations; bring them to me, and /
will pour them upon this stupendous
theme of the souls disenthrallmentl
Oh! the joy of the spirit as 1t shall
mount up toward the throne of
God, shouting: Free! Free! Your
eve has gazed upon the garni.
the eye hath not seen it. Your
ear has caught harmonies uncounted
and indescriba ble-caught them from
harp's trill, birds carol, and water
falls dash, and oceans doxolgy; but
the ear hath not heard it. How did
those blessed ones get up into the
light? What hammer knocked off
their chains? What loom wove their
robes of light? Who gave them wings?
All! eternity is not long enough to
tell 1t; seraphim have not capacity
enough to realize 1.-THE 1narvels of re-
deeming love! Let the palms wave, let the
crowns glitter, let the anthems ascend,
let the trees of Lebanon clap their
hands-they can not tell the half of it.
Archangel before the throne, thou
failest Sing on, praise on, We hosts of
the glorifed; and if with your scepters
you can not reach it, and with your
songs you can not express it, then let
all the myriads of the saved unite in
the exclamation: 'Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!'
There will be password at the gate
of Heaven. A great multitude comes
up and knocks at the gate. The gate
keeper says: "The password" They
say: ''We have no password. We were
great on earth and now we come up to
be great in Heaven" A voice from
within answers: 81 never knew YOU"
Another group comes up to the gate
of Heaven and knocks. The gatekeeper
says: ''The password" The say: Eve
have no password. We did
great many noble things on earth.
the poor" A voice from within says:
81 never knew YOU" Another group
comes up to the gate of Heaven and
knocks. The gate-keeper says: ''The
password" They answer: 1--WE were
wanderers from God, and deserved to
die; but we heard the voice of Jesus"
AYE! abr says the gate-keeper, that
is the password Lift up your heads,
We everlasting gates, and let these peo-
pie come in They go in and surround
the throne, jubilant forever.
All! do you wonder that the last hours
of the Christian on earth are ,illuini-
mated by thoughts of coming glory?
Light in the evening. The medicines
The parting may be heart-rending.
Yet, light in the evening. AS all the
stars of night sink their anchors of pearl
in lake, and river, and sea, SO the waves
of Jordan shall be illuminated with the
down-fashing of the glory to come. The
dying soul looks up at the constella-
tions. THE Lord is my light and my
salvation: whom shall 1 fear?" 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"
Close the eyes of the departed
one, earth would seem tame to
its enchanted vision. Fold the
hands; life's work is ended. Veil the
face: it has been TRANSPORTED. Mr..
Toplady, in his dying hour, said:
Light" Coming nearer the expiring
moment, he exclaimed, with Illuminated
coun tenance: Light" In the last in
slant of his breathing, he lifted up his
hands and cried: Light! Lightr'