National Baptist world., 1894-11-02

OF music. After awhile Mozart came
and began to play, and he had blank
piece of paper before him, and the kino
familiarly looked over his shoulder anC
said: What are you playing? l see
no music before you" And Mozart
put his hand on his brow, as much as
to say Il am improvising. 1t was
very well for him, but oh. nv friends
we cannot extemporize for Heaven
1t we do not get prepared in this world
we will never take part in the orches.
tral harmOnies of the saved. Oh that
we were as wise as the crane and the
storil, flying away, flying away from
the tempest!
Some of you have felt the pinching
frost of sin. You feel it TODAY. Y0u
are not happy. look into your faces,
and know you are not happy. There
are voices within your soul that will not
be silenced, telling you that YOU are
sinners, and that without the pardon
OF God you are undone forever. What
are you going to do, my friends, with
the accumulated transgressions of this
lifetime? Will you stand still and let
the avalanche tumble over you? Oh.
that you would go away into the warm
heart of Gods mercy. The southern
grove, redOlent with magnolia and
| cactus, never waited for northern f1ocks
as God has waited for you, saying: Il
have loved thee with an everlasting
love. Come unto Me all We who are
weary and heavy laden and / will give
you rest
Another frost is bidding you away
it is the frost of sorrow Where do YOU
live now? Oh" you say, Il have
moved" Why did you move? You
say: Il don't want as large a house
now as formerly" Why do you not
want as large house? You say: my
family is not SO large" Where have
they gone to? Eternity Your mind
goes back through that last sickness
and through the almost supernatural
effort to keep life, and through those
prayers that seemed unavailing, and
through that kiss that received no re-
sponse, because the lips were lifeless.
and hear the bells tolling and l hear
the hearts breaking-while I speak, I
hear tlem break. A heart! Another
heart! Alone! Alone! Alone! This
world, which, in your girlhood
and boyhood was sunshine. is
cold now, and oh! weory dove,
you fly around this world as though
you would like to stay. when the wind
and the frost and the blackening clouds
would bid you away into the heart of
an all-comforting God. Oh, [ have no.
ticed again and again what a botch
this world makes of it when it tries to
comfort a soul in trouble! 1t says:
Don't cryw How can we help crying
when the hearts treasures are scat
tered, and father is gone, and mother
is gone, and companions are gone, and
the child is gone, and everything seems
gone? 1t is no comfort to tell man
not to cry. The world comes up
and says: ''Oh, it is only the body
of your loved one that you have |
put in the ground" But there is no
comfort in that. That body is precious. |
Shall we never put our hand in that /
hand again, and shall we never see
that sweet face again? Away with
your heartlessness, oh, world! But
come, Jesus! and tell us that when the
dear bodies of our loved ones shall rise
radiant in the resurrection; and all the
breakings down here shall be fittings
up there, and ''they shall hunger no
more, neither thirst any more, neither
shall the sun light on them nor any
heat. for the Lamb, which is in the
midst of the throne, shall lead them to
living fountains of water, and God
shall wipe all tears from their eyes"
You may have noticed that when
the chatfinch or the storlz or the crane
starts on it's migration, it calls all those
Of its kind to come too. The tree-tops
Ire full Of chirp and whistle and carol
md the long roll-call The bird does :
not start off alone. It gathers all OF
It's kind. Oh, that you might be as
wise in this migration to Heaven. and ,
hat you might gather all your families
md your friends with you! L would
hat Hannah might take Samuel by ,,
he hand, and Abraham might take .
isaac, and Hagar might take Ishmael : :
ask you if those who sat at your
With you in Heaven. ask you what
Influences you are trying to bring upon
hem. what example are you setting
hem? Are you calling them to go with Z
7ou? Ay, ay, have you started your ..
self? !.
Start for Heaven and take your chill
lren with you. Come thou and all thy ::
house into the ark Tell your little 1
,nes that there are realms of balm and +
weetness for all those who fly in the ).
light direction. Swifter than eagles =
troke, put out for Heaven. Like the =
:rane or the storlz, stop not night :.
Tor day until you find the right .
,lace for stopping. Seated to- q
lay in Christian service, will you =
,e seated in the same glorious =
ervice when the heavens have passed ;.
way with great noise, and the ele. a
nents have melted with fervent heat, :
nd the redeemed are gathered around
he throne of Jesus? +
The Saviour calls, :,
Ye wanderers come,
Oh, We benighted souls,
Why longer roam? t.
The Spirit calls to-day, r.
Yield to His power; -
Oh grieve Him not away.
'Tis mercys hour