Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1894-01-04

to die and cry, so Cod. 0 Cod Long
night, bitter night. stupendous night
of the worlds suffering. Some know
not which way to turn. But not so the
Christian man. He looks up toward
the Heavens.
He sees a bright appearance in the
heavens. Can it be only flashing
meteor? Can it be only falling star?
Can it be only delusion? Nay. nay.
The longer he looks the more distinct
it becomes, until after awhile he
cries out, "A star-a morning star,
a star of comfort star of grace a
star of peace, the star of the Redeem
err Peace for all trouble. Balm for
all wounds. Life for all dead Now
Jesus, the great heart healer. comes
into our home. Peace! Peace that
passeth all understanding We look
up through our tears. We are COM
forted. 1t is the morning star of the
Redeemer. Who broke off that flow
err" said one servant in the garden to
another. Who broke off that fower?"
And the other servant said. The mas
ter" Nothing more was said. for If
the master had not the right to break
off d flower to wear over his heart or to
set in the vase in the mansion, who
has right to touch the flower? And
when Christ comes down into our gar
den to gather lilies, shall we fight him
back? Shall we talk as though he had
no right to come? If any one in all
the universe has a right to that which
is beautiful in our homes, then our
master has, and he will take it, and he
will wear it over his heart, or he will
set it in the vase of the palace eternal
The Lord gave, and the Lord hath
taken away; blessed be the name of
the Lord Peace troubled soul! |
put the balm on your wounded heart
tonight. The morning star, the morn
ing star of the Redeemer.
Again, Christ heralds the dawn of
millennial glory. 1t is night in China,
night in India, night in Siberia, night
for the vast majority of the worlds
population. But it seems to me there
are some intima tions of the morning.
All Spain is to be brought under the
| influence of the gospel What is that
light | see breaking over the top of the
| Pyrenees? The morning! Yea. all Italy
| shall receive the gospel. She shalt have
! her schools and her colleges and her
churches. Her vast population shall
surrender themselves to Christ What
is that light / see breaking over the top
of the Alps? The morning. All India
shall come to God. Her idols shall be
cast down. Her juggernauts shall be
| broken Her temples of iniquity shall
be demolished. What is that light
see breaking over the top of the Hima-
layas? The morning. The unpurpled
clouds shall gid the path of the con-
| quering day. The Ho1tentot will come
out of his mud howell to look at the
| dawn; the Chinaman will come up on
! the granite cliffs, the Norwegian will
| get up on the rocks, and all the beach
! of Heaven will be crowded with celes-
| tial inha bitantS come out to see the sun
rise over the ocean of the world s
agony. They shall come from the east.
and from the west, from the north and
from the 2uth, and sit down in the
kingdom of 'od. These sweltered IN
der tropical suns. These shived I'M
plucIed the vineyards in Italy. These
packed the tea boxes in China. These
were aborigines lifting up their duskv
faces in the dawn. And the wind shall
watt 1T, and every mountain shall be-
come a TRANSPORTATION, and the sea
will become the walking place of Him
who trod the wave cliffs of stormy
Liberals, and the song of joy shall rise
toward heaven, and the great sky will
become a sounding board which shall
strike back the shout of salvation to
the earth until it rebounds again to
the throne of the Almighty, and the
morning star of Christian hope Will be-
come the the full sun burst of millen-
NAL glory.
Again, Christ heralds the dawn of
Heaven upon every Christians dying
pillow | suppose you have noticed
that the characteristics of people in
their healthy days are very apt to be
their characteristics in their dying
ldays. The dying words of ambitious
Napoleon were, Head of the army. -
The dying words of poetic Lord
Byron were, Il must sleep now"
The dying words of affectionate
Lord Nelson were, kiss me,
Hardy" The dying words of Voltaire
were, as he saw one whom he sup
posed to be Jesus in the room, Crush
that wretch" But have noticed that
the dying words of Christians always
mean peace. Generally the pain is all
gone, and there is great quietude
through the room. AS one of these
brothers told me of his mother IN the
Last moment: ''She looked up and
said, pointing to some supernatural be-
ing that seemed to be in the room,
Look at that bright form. Why, they
have come for me now"
The lattice is turned SO that the light
is very pleasant. 1t is peace all around.
You ask yourself: why, can this be a
dying oom? 1t is SO different from
anything I ever expected" And YOU
walk the floor, and you look out OF the
window, and you come back and look
at your watch, and you look at the face
l'of the patient again, and there is NO
change, except that the face is becem-
ing more radiant, more illuminated.
The wave of death seems coming up
higher and higher until it has touched