News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1894-08-30

Now, for what have l said all this?
Just to prepare you for the text, "Arise
ye and depart, for this is not your rest. "
am going to make you q grand offer.
Some of you remember that when gold
was discovered in California large COM
panies were made up and started off to
get their fortune. Today I want to
make up party for the land of gold.
I hold i'll my hand deed from the pro-
prietor of the estate, in which he offers
to all who will join the company 10, 900
shares of infinite value in city whose
streets are gold, whose harps are gold,
whose crowns are gold. You have read
of the crusaders-how that many thou
sands of them went off to conquer the
holy sepulcher. I ask you to join
grander crusade not for the purpose of
conquering the sepulcher of dead
Christ, but for the purpose of reaching
the throne of living Jesus. When an
army is to be made up, the recruiting
officer examines the volunteers Fe
tests their eyesight, he sounds their
lungs, he measures their stature They
must be just right, or they are rejected.
But there shall be no partially in max
ing up this army of Christ. Whatever
your moral or physical stature, what
ever your designations, whatever your
crimes, whatever your weaknesses, |
have q commission from the Lord AL
mighty to make up this regiment of re-
deemed souls, and I cry, "Arise ye
and depart for this is not your rest"
Many of you have lately joined this
company, and my desire is that you may
all join it. 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. There are
hundreds here weary-oh, how weary
weary with sin, weary with trouble,
weary with bereavement. Some of you
have been pierced through and through.
You carry the scars of thousand con-
fiicts, in which you have bled at every
pore, and you sigh, ooh, that I had the
wings OF dove, that | might fly away
and be at restW You have taken the
cup of this worlds pleasures and drunk
it to the dregs and still ths thirst claws
at your tongue, and the fever strikes to
your brain. You have chased pleasure
through every valley, by every stream,
amid every brightness and under every
shadow, but just at the moment when
you were all ready to put your hand
upon the rosy, laughing sylph of the
wood she turned upon you with the
glare of tiend and the eye of satyr,
her locks ladders and her breath the chill
damp Of grave Out of Jesus Christ
no rest. No voice to silence the storm.
No light to kindle the darkness. No dry
dock to repair the split bulwark.
The Final Rest.
Thank God. can tell you something
better. If there is no rest on earth, there
is rest in heaven. Oh, ye 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
waging o hand to hand fight for bread,
ye to whom the night brings little rest
and the morning more drudgery-oh, We
of the weary hand, and of the weary
side, and the weary foot, hear me talk
about rest!
Look at that company of enthroned
ones. Look at their hands; look at their
! feet; look at their eyes. 1t cannot be