Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1894-09-12

1 whose crowns arc gold. You have rea
| of the crussfers-how that many thou
'anis OF them went OF to conquer the
| noly sspulcher. I ask you to join granisr
crusade, not for the purpose Of oon0usrins
| the sepuicher OF o dead Christ, but for I'M
purpose of rea,hinS the throne OF living
| Jesus. When an army Is to be N lde up, the
| recruiting offioer eKaminas the vol.
| Inteers. He tests their eycsi1sht, he sounds
heir lungs, he measures thsir stature. They
must be just right or they ars rejected. But
there shall bs no partialty In m skiny up
| his army OF Christ. Whatever your moral
or physical stature, whsteysr your dissipa-
ions, whstever your wsllusss, I have .
commission from the Lord Almighty to m AXE
Up this regiment OF reissmsi souls, and I
ry. "Arlse 70 and depart, for this Is not
your rest"
Many OF you havs lately Joined this COM
oany. and nv desire Is that you m " all join
L. Why not? You know In your own hearts,
experience that what have said about this
World is true-that it Is no place to rest in.
here are hundreds hero wearv-oh, how
weary yi-weary with sin, weary with trouble,
weary with bereavement. Some OF you have
been pierced through and through: fou
,arry the scars OF thousand conflicts, In
which YOU have blei at every pore. an you
sigh. ssOh, that hal the wings OF a dove,
hat I might ty away and be at restI You
have taken the cup Of this worlds pleasures
and drunk il to the dreSs, and still the thirst
,laws at your tongue, and the fever strikes
20 YOUR brain. You have chased pleasure
through every valley. by every stream. amid
syery brightness AMI under every shadow.
out lust at the NON snt when you were ready
to put your hand upon the rosy, Laughing
,ylph of the wool she turned upon you with
the glare Of a fieni an the eye of satyr,
her looks adderS AMI her breath the chill
damp of q grave. Out OF Jesus Christ no
rest. No voice to silence the storm. No
light to kindle the darkness. No dry docs
o repair the split bulwark.
Thank God, I can tell you something bet
Ter. II there Is no rest on earth, there Is
rest in heaven. On, We who are worn out
with work, your hands calloused, your backs
bent, your eyes half put out, your fingers
worn with the needle that in this world you
may never lay down, ye discouraged ones
who have been waginS q hand hSht Tor
bread. We to whom the night brings ludle
rest and the morning more drudgery-oh,
We OF the weary hlni, and OF the weary
side. and the weary foot, hear me talk ABOUT
eest'
Look at that company Of entnroned ones
Look at their hands; look at their feet,
look at their eyes. 1t cannot be that those
bright ones ever toiled2 Yes, yes! These
sacked the Chinese teaboNes. and through
missionary instruction escaped into glory
Tneso swelterei on Southern Plantations
and one night after the cotton picking wen
CD as white as II they hal never been black.
Those died OF oysrtoil in the Lowell carpet
factories and these in Manchester mills.
Those helped build the pyramids, and these
broke away from work on the day Chriss
was houn led out OF Jerusalem. NO more
towers to build heaven is done. No more
o. rrnents to weave; ; the robes are finished.
No more h,rvests to raise; tine Sarners are
full. Oh, sons and daughters OF toll, ariss
We and depart. for that is your rest
Scovill McCalium, boy OF my sunday
school, while dying said to his mother
'sDon't cry, but sing. sing
srhere is rest for the weary
There .s rest for the weary.
Then. putting his wasted hand over his
heart. said, ''There is Fest for me"
Oh. We whose locks are wet with the deM
OF the night of grief; ye whose hearts are
heavy because those we'll known footsteps
.ound no more at the doorway. yonier II
your rest There Is David triumphant. bui
once he bemosned Absalom. There is Ahra
ham en.hroned, but once he wapt for iran.
There is Paul exultant, but he once sat with
his feet IN the stocks. There is Payson
radiant with immortal health. but on earth
he was always sick. No toll. no tears no
partinss. no strife, no asonizinS cough to-
night, No storm to ruffo the crystal sea.
No alarm to strike from the cathedral
towers. No dirgs throbbinS from sarapht
harps. No tremor in the everlasting song
but rest-perfect rest-unenituS rest.
lntO tQaI rest uOW ilhuy Vi oue 'S'SA Oics
have gonei The little chtlirnn had been
gathered up into the bosom of Christ. One
of them went out OF the arms OF widowei
mother, following its father, who died feV
weeks before. In its last mo nent 1t seemed
to see the departed father, for it said, look.
ing upward with briShtened co untenance
.Papa, take me up!
Others put down the work OF mid life, feel'
ins they could hardly be sp,rei fro m the of
fce or store or shop for day, but are to De
spared from 1t forever. Your mother Went
Having lived life of Christian consistency
here, ever busy with kin iness for her chih
dren. her heart full of that meek and quiet
spirit that Is in the sight Of Col Srelt pr,ce,
suddenly her counten1nce WAS transhSurei,
and the gate Was opened, and she took her
place amid that great cloud OF witnesses thar
hover about the throne.
Glorious consolation They are not dead
Ycu cannot make me believe they are dead.
Tney have only moved on. With more iovo
than that with which they greet Us on earth,
they watch us from th-ir HIGH place. AMI
their voices cheer us in our s,ru es.es forths
sky. Hail, spirits blessed, now that ye have
passed the food and won the crown! WITH
weary feet We press up the shining way. un-
til in everlasting reunion W. snail meet
again. On, won't it be grand wnen, our
conflicts don. AMI our pariinrs over, We
shall clasp hanis anu cry OUT, Tins Is
heavenr'