The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1894-02-16

then / saw how sacred to the sympa,
thetic God are earthly sorrows.
As 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. And
said: why the setting up OF those
walls at this time? They seem just
now to have been filled?" And the at
tending angel said: The week OF
prayer all around the world has just
closed, and more supplications have
been made than have been made for a
long while, and these new Walls. newly
set up, are what the Bible speaks OF
as golden walls full odors. which are
the prayers of saints And I said TO
the accompanying angel: Can it be
possible that the prayers of earth are
worthy of being kept in such heaven
" shape?" "Why," said the angel,
there is nothing that so moves
Heaven as the prayers of earth, and
they are set up in sight of these in
finite multitudes, and. more than all, in
the sight of Christ, and He can not for
get them. and they are before Him
world without end"
Then we came out. and as the tenn
pie is always open. and some worship
at one hour and others at other hours,
we passed down the street amid the
throngs coming to anu going from the
great temple. And we passed along
through street called Martyr place,
and we met there, or sitting at the
windows, the souls of those who on
earth went through fire and food. and
under sword and rack. We saw John
Wickliffe, whose ashes were by decree
of the council of Constance thrown
into the river; and Rogers, who bathed
his hands in the fire as though il
had been water; and Bishop Hooper,
and McKail, and Latimer, and Ridley,
and Polycarp. whom the flames refused
to destroy as they bent outward till a
spear did the work, and some, of the
A1bigenses, and Huguenots, and eonse-
Grated QualSers who. were slain for
their religion. They had on them
many sears. but their scars were IL
lumed, and they had on their faces a
look of especial triumph.
Then we passed along Song Row,
and we met some of the old
Gospel singers. THAT is Isaac
Watts" said my attendant. AS we
came up to him he asked me if the
churches on earth were still singing
the hymns he composed at the house
Of Lord and Lady Abney, 20 whom he
paid visit of thirty-six years, and /
told him that many Of the churches
opened their Sabbath morning with
his old hymn, welcome. Sweet Day
of Rest and celebrated their Gospel
triumphs with his hymn, salvation,
% the Joyful Song" and often reused
their deyotions by his hymn, Come We
that Love the Lord"
While we were talking he introduced
me to another of the song writer's, and
said: "This is Charles Wesley, who be-
longed on earth to different church
from mine. but we are all now mem
bers of the same church, the Temple of
God and the Lamb" And / told
Charles Wesley that almost every Sab
bath we sang one of his old hymns:
"Arm of the Lord, Awaker' or Come,
Let Us Join Our Friends" or Love
Divine, All Love Excelling.n And while
we were talking on that street called
Song Row, Kirk White, the consump-
tive college student, now everlasting
ly we'll, came up, and we talked over
his old Christmas hymn, when
Marshaled on the Nightly Plain" And
William Cowper came up, now entirely
recovered from his religious melan-
choly, and not looking as if he had
ever in dementia attempted suicide,
and we talked over the wide earthly
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old hymns, 'When I Can Read My
Title Clear" and There Is Fountain
Filled with Blood
And there we met George w. Beth
une, of wondrous Brooklyn pa storate,
and / told him of how his comforting
hymn had been sung at obsequies all
around the world-''It is Not Death to
Die" And Toplady came up and
asked about whether the church was
still making use of his old hymn:
Rock of Ages, Cleft for Me-" And
we met also on Song Row Newton, and
Hastings, and Montgomery, and
HOratio Bonar, and VIC heard floating
from window to window snatches of
the old hymns which they started on
earth, and started never TO die
But say some of my hearers. did
you see anything of our friends in
Heaven" Oh, YES, l did. ibid you
see my children there?r says some one,
land are there any marks of their last
sickness still upon them?" i did see
them, but there was no pallor. no
cough, no fever, no languor, about
them, They are all well, and rudy,
and songful, and bounding with etcr-
nal mirth. They told me TO give their
love TO you; that they thought of You
hour by hour, and that when they
could. be. excused from the heavenly
Fairgrounds they came down and how
cred over you, and kissed your cheek,
and filled your dreams with their glad
faces, and that they would be Mt the
gate to greet you when you assembled
to be with them forever.
but, say other voices, ibid you see
our glorified friends?" Yes, saw
them, snd they are are well in the land
across which no pncumonias or palsies
or dropsies or typhoids ever sweep.
The aroma blows over from orchards
with trees bearing twelve manner of
fruits. And gardens, compared with
which Chatsworth is "A desert. The
climate is a mingling of an earthly
June and October, the balm of the one
and the tonic of the other. The social
life in that realm where they are is SUI
perb and perfect. No controversies or
jealousies or hates but love, universal
love, everlasting love. And they told
me to tell you not to weep for them,