Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1894-02-10

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lachrymal, or tear bottle, standing on
the step of the ALTAR" and the angel
said: why, don't you knowf That is
the bottle to which David, the psalmist,
referred in this ffty-sixth psalm when
he said, Put thou my tears into thy
bottle 1t is full of tears from earth
tears of repentance, tears of bereave-
ment, tears Of joy, tears of many CEN
turtles. ~ And then saw how sacred to
the sympathetic God are earthly sor-
rows.
AS I was coming out of the temple l
saw all along the pictured walls there
were shelves, and golden walls were
being set up on all those shelves. And
1 said: "Why the setting up Of those
walls at this time? They seem just now
to have been filed" and the attending
angel said, 1.-THE week of prayer all
around the earth has just closed, and
more applications have been made than
have been made for long while, and
these new walls, newly set up, are
what the Bible speaks of as golden
Walls full of odors, which are the
prayers of saints And.I said to the
accompanying angel, Can it be posi-
BILE that the prayers Of earth are worthy
OF being kept in such heavenly shape?"
"Why," said the angel, there is moth
ing that so moves heaven as the prayers
of earth, and they are set up in sight of
these infinite multitudes, and, more
than all, in the sight of Christ, and he
cannot forget them, and they are before
him world without end. -
THE GREAT CHRISTIAN SEEN.
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 to and going from the great tenn
pie. And we passed along through o
street called Martyr place, and we met
there, or saw sitting at the windows,
the souls of those who on earth went
through fire and blood and under sword
and rack. We saw John Wyclif, whose
ashes were by decree of the coun-
Gil Of Constance thrown into the river,
and Rogers, who bathed his hands in
the fire as though it 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 spear did the
work, and some of the Albigenses and
Huguenots and consecrated Quakers
who were slain for their religion. They
had ON them many scars, but their scars
were illumined, and they had on their
faces look of especial triumph.
Then we passed along Song row, and
we met some of the old gospel singers.
'That is Isaac Watts, F" said my attend
ant. 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, to
whom he paid visit of 36 years, and |
told him that many of the churches
opened their Sabbath morning services
with his old hymn, Welcome, Sweet
Day of Rest and celebrated their gos-
pei triumphs with his hymn, SALIVA
ton, Oh, the Joyful Song!" and often
reused their devotions by his hymn,
Come, We That Love the Lord. !"
While we were talking he introduced
me to another of the song writers and
said, This is Charles Wesley, who be-
longed on earth to different church
from mine, but we are all now mem
beers 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, Awake!' or, Come, Let
Us Join Our Friends Above!" or, Love
Divine, All Love Excelling." And
while we were talking on that street
called Song row Kirk White, the con-
sumptive college student, now everlast-
ingly we'll, came up, and we talked over
his old Christmas hymn, when Mar
shaled on the Nightly Plain" And
William Cowper came up, now entirely
recovered from his religious melancholy
and not looking as if he had ever in de-
Inentia attempted suicide, and we talked
over the wide earthly celebrity and
heavenly power of his old hymns,
"When 1 Can Read My Title Clear,
and There Is Fountain Filled With
Blood"
And there we met George W. Be-
thune of wondrous Brooklyn passionate,
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 max
ing use of his old hymn, Rock of Ages,
Cleft For Me. And we met also on Song
row Newton and Hastings and Mont
gomery and Horatio Bonar, and we
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, did. did you see
my children theref" says some one,
land are there any marks of their last
sickness still upon them?" | 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 eternal 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 lowered over you, and kissed your
cheek, and filled your dream with their
glad faces, and that they would be at
the gate to greet you when you assembled
to be with them forever.
"Bnt," say other voices, did you
see our gloritied friends?" Yes, saw
them, and they are well In the land
across which no pneumonias or palsles
or dropsies or typhoids ever sweep. Inc
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