Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1894-08-31

the s.pulcher ota dead Christ. but for the
purpose OF rsa,hlng the throns OF living
Jesus. When an army Is 70 be made up the
recruiting oficsr examines the vol
unteers. He teststheir eyesight, he sounds
their lungs, he measures their stlturs. Thsy
must be lust right or they ars reis'tei. But
there shall be no Partially In m akins up
this army OF Christ. Whatever your moral
or physical stature, Whatever your dis-'P'-
uons, Whatever your welkne's. hlV'
commission fro thu Lori Almt shtY 10 n 40
up this regiment OF retesmsi sous aul l
cry. arise We AMI depart, for this Is not
your rest"
MANY Of YOU have lately jolnsl this COM
many. and nv desire IL that YOU nav all JON
II why no.? You know in your own hearts
experience that " AT have sail about this
world Is trus-thlt It Is no placs to rest IN.
There are hundreds hers wearv-o1, now
weary weary with sin, weary with trolble,
weary with bereavement. 50 ne OF you hlvS
been piercel through an through. 1oi
carry the sears OF IA thou5lui conflicts, Ia
which YOU have bls / at evsry pore, An yoI
sigh "Oh that hal the wings OF dove,
that might hy away AMI hb at rest You
have taken the cup OF this worlds pleasures
an drunk il to the lreg5, an still the thirst
claws nj your tongue and the fever strikes
10 Your brain. You have chassi pleasure
through fNhTN valley, ny tNtIl olAcAAut h'h'
every brightness an un Ter evoty sha
but lust at the nom ,nt wlen you were really
TO nut YOUR han | upon tn" rosy, Laughing
SWIM oi the WOO shs turn"i upon you with
the glare OF hsn an the eye OF u satyr,
her LOCKS "A ldcrs AM her hrsath the chill
damp OF a grave. Out OF Jesus Christ no
r,st. No voice 10 silen'' thu stor n. No
,ht to KIN n" thu darkness. No dry do,k
TO repair tho split hulwLrk.
fpll gnmnt HING hat-
ter. II there Is no rest on EARTH there IL
rest in heaven On. ye who are worn out
with work, your han IL callouse |, your backs
bent. your eyes half put out, your fingers
worn with tho needle that in this world YOU
may never lay dowl, ye discouraged ones
who have been waging hand hight lot
bread, We to whom the might brings little
rest and the morning more drudgery-oh,
We OF tho weary hand. an OF the weary
side, and the weary FOOT. hear me talk about
rest
Look at that company OF entnronei on"s.
Look at their han Is look at their feet
look at their eyes. 1t cannot be that those
hrigat ones ever toilei? Yes, yes These
picked the Chinese tcaboNes, and through
missionary instruction escaped into glory
Taese syeltcrel on southern plantations
aud one night after the 'otton picking went
M rs white rs II they hal navAr been black.
Tao4o die OF overtotl In tho Lowell carpet
factories. an these in Winchester mills.
Tnose helped build the pyramids, and these
broke away from work on the day Christ
was houn led out OF Jerusalem. No more
towers to butlI hsVan Is done. No more
garments to weave; the roSe5 are finished.
No more harveSts to raise the GRrnerS are
luli. GA. sons AMI Daughters OF toll. arse
YET ui depart. for that is your rest
S,OviU MnCium u boy OF my Sunday
school. wnlle diving sail to his mother
Don't cry, hut SIM, sin;
there is rest .or the weary.
There - rest for the weary"
Thcn. putting hi4 was.el hand over his
heart, SAL. There is rest for me.
on, We whose locks are wet with the dews
OF the night o! grief; ye whose hearts are
heavy because those well known footsteps
sound no more at the doorway. yonler Is
YOUR rest There IL David triumphant. but
ones he h.moaued Absalom. There Is Abra
ham cuthroned. but once he wept for ) trah.
There - Paul exultaut, but he once sat with
his feet in the stocks. Taere is Pavson
radiant with immortal health, but on earth
he WA, always sick. No toll, no tears, no
par.luys. no strife, no AgoniZng cough to-
night No storm to rufib the crystal sea
No alarm to strike from tho cathedral
towers. No dirgr trrobbin; from seraphic
harps No trsmOr In the ever lasting song
but vt perfect rest-unening rest.
Into that rest how many OF our love ones
have gone The little children had been
gathered up into tho bosom OF Christ. One
OF them went out OF the arms OF a Widowed
mother following its father, who died few
weeks before. In tts last mo I ent II seemed
to soc the dcparte father, for 1t said, look
ing upward with frightened countenance,
"PapA, take mo up
Others put down the WORK OF mid life, feel
Ing they could hardly be splrel fro IN the Of
fee or store or shop for day, but are to be
spared from 1t forever. Your mother went.
Having lived lfe OF Christian consistency
here, ever busy with kininess for her chill
dren, her heart full Of that meek and quiet
spirit that is in the sight OF Col great price,
| suddenly her countenanco was TRANSPORTED.
and the gate was opened, and she took her
place amid that great cloud OF witnesses that
hover about the throne.
/ Glorious consolation They are not dead.
/ You cannot make mo believe they are dead
/ Tacy have only moved on. With more love
than that with which they greet Us on earth,
/ they watch US from their high place, and
| their voices cheer US Ia our struggles Tor The
! sky. Han, spirits blessed, now that We have
! passed the flood AMI won the crowni With
| weary feet We press up the shining way, I'M
| Ill IN everlasting reunion We shall meet
| again. o.. won't 1t bee grand when, our
! coanlcts Gour AMI our parlings over we
snail clasp mani and cry out, This Is
I hauVn,. '