The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1894-02-15

Iaon's toaIS VI Joy, CoATb OF many con
turies." And then / saw how sacreG
to the sympathetic God are earthly sort
rows. p.
AS L was coming out of the temple |
saw all along the pictured walls there
were shelves, and golden Walls were be.
Ing set up on all those shelves. Aud
said: "Why the setting up of these viale
at this timer They seem justSnow to
have Geen filed" "aud the attending au-
gel said, "The week Of prayer all around
tho earth has just closed, and moro sup
pllcations have been made than have
been for long while, and these now
walls, newly set up, are what the Bible
speaks of as golden Yials tull OF odors,
which arc tho prayers of saints.'" And
l said to the accompanying angel, "Can
It be possible that the prayers ofearth
are worthy Of being kept in such heav.
enly shape" "Why," said the angel,
"there is nothing that 80 moves heaven
as The prayers OF earth, and they are So
up in sight of these iniirlte multitudcs,
and, moro than all, in tho sight of
Christ, and he cannot forget them, and
they are before him world without end. -
Then we came out, and as the temple
is always open, and some worship at
one hour and Others at other hours, we
passed down the street amid the throngS
coming and going from the &, eat temple.
And we passed through street called
Martyr place, and we mot there or saw
sitting at The windows tho souls of those
who on earth went through Gro and food
and under sword and rack. We saw
JOhn Wiclif. whose ashes were by decree
oflhe council Circumstance thrown into
tho river; and Rogers, who batbed his
hands in The lire as though 1t had been
water; and BIshrp Hooper and McKail
aud L,Limer and Ridley aud Polycarp,
whom the flames refused to destroy "a
they bent outward till q spear did the
work, and some of the Albigenses and
Hneuenots and consecrated Quaker,
who were slain for their religion They
had on them maRy scars, but their scars
werc Illuminated, and they bad on their
faces look Of especial triumph.
Then we passed along Song row, and
we net some os the old gospel singers.
That is Isaac Watts" said my atteu J.
ant. AS we came up to him he asked
nc II tho churches on earth we're still
singing the hymns he composed al the
house OF Lord and Lady Abney, to
whom he paid visit of SO vcars, aud
told him that many of tho churches op-
eued their Sabbath morning services
with bis old hym, "WelcOme Sweet Dav
4 ResL," and celebrated their gospel
Lr'umphs with his hymn, 'Salv alton, o
The Joyful Songl" and often reused their
devo,ions by his hymn "Come We
That Love the Lord"
While we were talking he introduced
mo tn another OF the song wrlters and
said, "rhis Is Charles Wesley, who be.
longcd On earth to a different church
trom mine, but we are all now members
OF The same church, The temple OF God
and tho Lamb" And told Charles
Wesley that almost every Sabbath we
sang ono of his old hymns, "Arm OF
the Lord Awako!" or Come. Lot ue
Join Our Friends Above" or Love Dl.
vine, All Love Excelling." Aud whilo
we were talking on that street called
Song row Kirk White, the consumptive
college student, now everlastlngly we'll
and we talked over his old Christmae
hymn, "When Marshaled Oh the Night
ly Plain." And William Cowper came
up, now entirely recovered from his re-
lglous melancholy and not looking as il
he had ever in dementia attempted sui
eide, and we talked over the wide earth
ly celebrity and heavenly power of his
old hymns, "When Can Read My III
tlo Clear" and .'Thero Is a Fountain
Filled With Blood"
And there we met George w. Be-
thune of wondrous Brooklyn pastorate,
aud l told him OF how his comforting
hymn had been sung at opsequies all
around tae world ut is not Death to
Die." Aud Toplady came up and
asked about whether the church was
still making use of his old hymn, "Rock
Of Ages Cleft For Me-" Aud we met
also on Song row Newton and Hastings
and Montgomery and Horatlo Bonar and
we heard floating from window to win
dow snatcnes Of the old hymns which
they started on earth and started never
to die.
"But" says some Of my hearers "did
you sec anything of our friends in heav-
emf" Oh, yes did. "Did you SEQ my
childfen there9" says some one, land
are there any marks of their last sick.
noss still upon them9" I did sec them,
but there WAS no pallor. no cough, no
lever, no languor about them. They
are all we'll and ruddy and songful and
with eternal mirth. They
told mo to give their love to you that
they thought Of you hour by hour and
hat when they could be excused from
the heavenly Fairgrounds they came
down and lowered over, and kissed your
check, and filled your dreams with their
glad faces, aud that they would be at the
gate TO greet you when you ascended to
DO with them forever.
"But," say other voices, "did you 500
our glerilied frientIep" Yes, saw them
and they are we'll IN the land across
which no pueumonlas or palsies or drop
lies or typhoids ever sweep. The aro.
ma blows over from orchards with trees
bearing IL manner OF fruits. and gardens
compared with which Chatsworth ia
desort. The climate is q mingling OF an
earthly juno and October, the balm of
he one and the tonic of the other. The
social life in that realm whero they are
8 superb and perfect. No controversies
)r jealousies or hates, but love, univer
'al love, everlasting love. And they
old me to tell you not to weep for them
or their happiness knows no bound,
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