The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1894-07-07

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the hills, from whence cometh our
help" From the mountains of Gods
strength there flow down rivers of
gladness. There is a river, the stream
whereof shall make glad the city of
IL God. Preaching the Gospel is one
of these aqueducts. The Bible is an
other. Baptism and the Lords supper
are aqueducts. Water to slake the
thirst, water TO restore the
faint, water to wash the I'M
clean, water tossed high up in the
light of the sur of righteousness,
showing us the rainbow around the
throne. Oh, was there ever a garden
70 thoroughly irrigated? You know
the beauty of Versailles and Chats
worth depends very much upon the
great supply of water. l came to the
latter place (Chatsworth) one day when
strangers are not to be admitted, but
by an inducement, which always seemed
as applicable to an Englishman as un
American, ! got in, and then the gar
dener went far up above the stairs of
stone and turned on the water. l saw
1t cleaning on the dry pave
ment, coming down from step to
step, until it came so near l could
heR.r the musical rush, and all over
"A high, broad stairs it came foaming,
flashing, roaring down until sunlight
and a in gleesome wrestle tumbled
at my feet. So it Is with the church of
God. Everything comes from above
pardon from above. joy from above,
adoption from above, specification
1900 I@r. nL Al-A --., "a -.-,ll
turn on the waters of salvation hat
they might flow down through his her
itage and that this day we might each
find our places to be Films" with 12
wells of water and threescore and ten
palm trees.
Hank, I hear the latch at the garden
gate, and l look to see who is comingl
l near the voice of Christ, 81 am come
into my garden" l say: "Come in, o
Jesus; we have been waiting for thee.
Walk all through these paths. Look
at the flowers; look ut the fruit. Pluck
that which thou wilt for thyself."
Jesus comes into the garden and up to
hat old man and touches him and
says: almost home, father. Not many
more aches for thee. l will never
leave thee. I will never forsake thee.
Take courage a little longer, and / w !
steady thy tottering steps, and l will
soothe thy troubles and give thee rest.
Courage, old man." Then Christ goes
up another garden path, and he comes
to a soul in trouble and says: peace;
all Is well! l have seen thy tears; I
nave heard thy prayer. The sun shall
not smite thee by day, nor the by
night. The Lord shall preserve thee
| from all evil. He will preserve thy soul.
Courage, o troubled spiritr Then
see Jesus going up another garden
path, and l see great excitement among
the leaves, and l hasten up that garden
path to see what Jesus is doing there,
and, 10, he is breaking off flowers,
sharp and clean, from the stem, and !
say: 'StOp, Jesus, don't kill those
beautiful flowers" He turns to me
and says: II have come into my gar.
den to gather lilies, and l lean to take
these up to a higher terrace and for the
garden around my palace, and there
will plant them and in better soil and
in better air. They shall put forth
brighter leaves and sweeter redolence
and no frost shall touch them forever
And l looked up into His face and said
swell. it is His garden, and He has q
right to do what He will with it. Thy
will be done"-the hardest prayer 9
man ever made.
notice that the fine gardens some
times have high fences around them,
and ! can not get In. 1t Is SO with the
Kings garden. The only glimpse you
yer get of such a garden is when the
king rides out in his splendid carriage
It is not SO with this garden-the King,
garden. l throw wide open the gats
and tell you all to come in. No monop
oily in religion. Whosoever will, may
Choose now between a desert and &
garden. Many Of you have tried the
garden of this worlds delight
You have found it has been n chagrin
So it was with Theodore Hook. ii,
made all the world laugh. He makes
us laugh now when we read his poems
but he could not make his own hear
laugh. While in the midst Of his fes
t~ivities he confronted q looking glass
and he saw himself and said: There
that Is true. look just as l am-don,
up in body. mind and purse" So 1
was with Shenstone, of whose garden
| told you at the beginning of my ser
mon.
He sat down amid those bower,
and said: Il have lost my roa to hap
piness. am angry, and envious, ant
frantic, aud despise everything aroun
me, just as it becomes a mailman t.
do" Oh, we weary souls, come int,
Christ's garden to-day and plucl
O little heartsease! Christ is tn,
only rest aud the only pardon
tofa PersSroeu spirit. ~ you no
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