The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1894-05-09

0I1SS AAN~
fall into Gods bottle. Afflicted ones
have died because they could not weep.
Thank God for the sweet, the mystic
rions relief that comes to Us mtears!
Under this gentle rain the flowers Of
corn put. forth their bloom*sGpd pity
that dry, Withaed,parched, a1lconsum-
ing grief shat wrings its hands and
grinds itssteeth and bites its mails unto
the quick lMll|eannot weep we may
have found hsI16mfort Of therross, and
yet ever after show that inSthe dark
night and bya,hsbrook Jabbok we were
trouble touched 9
The Day Breaketh.
AgaiaaWa1pay take the ideasof the
text andsanaoslnce the approaGhgd the
day dawn: ShsonesWa evermore glad
to see the morning than was Jacob after
that night of struggle. It is appropriate
for philanthropists and Christians to
CRY ont with this angel of the text,
'.The day breaketh." The worlds pros
poets are Frightening. The church Of
Christ is rising up in its strength to 50
forthsss Dir as thesmoen, clear as the sun
and terrible as All army with banners"
Clap your hands, all ye people, the
day breaketh. The bigotzies of the earth
are perishing. The time was when we
werasAoadsathasa atoageteto
heavenyV we mist be immersed O. sprin-
kled, or<Sie must believe q the.perses
verance oE the saints, or IN falling away
from grace, or a liturgy, OF no liturgy,
or they must be Calvinists or Armin-
ians in order to reach heaven We have
all come to confess nowsthafssfhese are
nonessentia!s in religion.
; During NY vacation one summerAIlY
was in a Presbyterian audience, and it
was sacramento day, and with grateful
heart I received the holy communion.
On the next Sabbath I was in a Metho-
dist church and sat at a love feast. On;
the following Sabbath I was in an Epis57
copalian church and knelt at the altar
and received the consecrated bread. l
do not know which service ! enjoyed
the most Isbelieve in the communion
Of saints and in the life4everlasting.'
.'The day breaketh."
AS I 3aoas- aaponf this audience T see
many who have passed through waves
of trouble that came up higher than
their girdle. In Gods name I proclaim
cessation of hostilities. You shall not
20 always saddened and heartbroken-
God will lift your burden. God will
bring your dead to life. God will stanch
the hearts bleeding. I know he will
Lneasadath1 spities4his children, so
the Lord pities you The pains Of earth
will end. The. tombsWill burst. The
dead will rise. The MISUNDERSTANDING
bles onSasbrighteninga ky: Thegatso g
the eastsbegin to swing open Thsday
breaketh-
Luther ard Melanchthm wrTetalkiEg
together gloomily about the prospects
of the church. They could seq no hope
Of de~liverance. After awhile Luther
got up and said to Melapehthon: Come,
Phihpp ]et us ingt the for:y-sixth psalm
Of David: God is our refuge and
strength, a very present help in trouble.
Therefore will not we fear, though the
earth be removed, and thoaghthe noun
tains be carried into the midst Of the
sea; though the waters thereof roar and
be troubled; though the mountains
shake with the swelling thereof. Sc
Lab.
The. Death Struggle. ~
Deahso many. naysto allsis astduG
gle anaa wrestle.s We have mary
friends that it will be hard to leave. ]
care not how bright our future hope Is
It is a bitter thing to look upon this
fair world and know that we shall new
er again see its poisoning spring, its
falling fruits. Its sparkling, streams and
to say farewell to those with whom we
played in childhood OF counseled in
manhood. In that night, like Jacob, we
may have to wrestle, but God will not
leave us unblessed. It shall not be told
in heaven that a dying soul cried unto
God for help, but was not delivered.
The lattice may. be turned to keep out
the sum-, or a book set toadm thelight
Of the midnight taper, or the room
may be filled with the cries Of orphan
age and widowhood, or the church OF
Christ may mourn over our going, but
if Jesus calls all SIS we'll. The strong
wrestling by the brook will cease; the
hour Of DEATH night Will pass along
l o'clock in the morning; 2 O'Clock in
the morning; 4 O'Clock in the morning.
The day breaketh.
So I would have it when / die. l am
in no haste to be gone. I have nogrudge
against this world. The only fault l have
to find with the world is that it treats
me too we'll, but when the time comes
to go I trust to be ready, my worldly
affairs all settled. If [ have wronged
others, I want then to be sur Of their
forgiveness. In that last wrestling, my
arm enfeebled with sickness and my
head faint, I want Jesus beside me. II
there be hands on this side Of the flood
stretched out to hold me back, want
the heavenly hands stretched out to draw
me forward Then, O Jesus, help me on
and help me up. Unfearing, undoubting,