Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1894-02-09

Under the overpowering harmony
fell back ] said, Let us go. This is
too much for mortal ears. / can not
bear the overwhelming symphony"
But l noticed as l was about TO turn
away that on the steps of the altar was
something like the lachyrmal, or tear
bottle, ms. had seen it in the earthly
museums, the lachrymals, or tear
bottles into which the Orientals used
to weep their griefs and set them away
as sacred. But this lachyrmal or tear
bottle, instead of earthenware as those
the Orientals used, was lustrous and
fiery with many splendors, and it was
towering and of great capacity. And
said to my attending angel, What is
that great lachrymal, or tear bottle,
standing on the step of the altar?" and
the angel said, "Why, do you not
know? That is the bottle to which
David the psalmist referred in his fifty
sixth Psalm, when he said, Put thou
my tears into thy bottle 1t is full of
tears from earth; tears OF repentance;
tears of bereavement; tears of ioy;tears
of many centuries. And then l saw
how sacred to the sympathetic God are
earthly sorrows.
AS i was coming out of the temple
! saw all along the pictured walls there
were shelves, and golden Walls were
being set up on all those shelves And
said: why the setting-up of those
Walls at this time? They seem just now
to have been filed" and the attending
angel said: THE week of prayer all
around the earth has just closed, and
more supplications have been made
than have been made for long while,
and these new walls, newly set up, are
what the Bible speaks of as golden
walls full of odors, which are the
prayers of saints" And / said to the
accompanying angel, Can it be posi-
BILE that the prayers of the earth are
worthy of boing kept in such heavenly
shapeY why" said the angel,
"thcre is nothing that so moves heaven
as the prayers of earth, and they are
set up in sight of these infinite multi
tudes, and, more than all, in the sight
of Christ. and he cannot forget them,
and they are before him world with
out end"
Then we came out. and as the temple
Is always open, and some worship at
one hour and others at other hours, we
passed down the street amid the
throngs coming to and going from the
great temple. And we passed along
through street called Martyr Place,
and we met there, or saw sitting at the
windows, the souls of those who on
earth went through fire and flood, and
under sword and rack. We saw John
Wickliffe, whose ashes were by decree
of the Council of Constance thrown
into the river; and Rogers, who bathed
his hands IN the fire as though it had
been water; and Bishop Hooper, and
McKail, and Latimer, and P:r]ey, and
Polvcarp, whom the flames refused TO
destroy as they bent outward till a
spear did the work, and some Of the
Albigenses and Hugucnots, and conse-
Grated Quakers who were slain for
their religion. They had on them many
scars, but their scars were illumined
and they had on their faces a look of
especial triumph.
Then we passed alcng Song row, and
we met some of the old gospel singers.
THAT is Isaac Watts" said my at
tendant. AS we came up to him he
asked me if the churches on earth were
still singing the hymns he composed at
the house of Lord and Lady Abney, to
whom he paid n visit of thirty-siX
years, and told him that many of the
churches opened their Sabbath morn
ing services with his old hymn, "Wel-
come, Sweet Day of Rest" and cele-
brated their gospel triumphs with his
hymn, Salvation, o the Joyful Song"
and often reused their devotions by his
hymn, Come we that Love the Lord.
While we were talking he introduced
me to another of the song writer's, ana
said, 'This is Charles Wesley. who be-
longed on earth to different church
from mine, but we are all now MEM
bers of the same church, The Temple
of God and thu Lamb" And l told
Charles Wesley that almost every Sab
bath we sang one of his old hymns,
'Arm of the Lord, Awakel" or, "Come,
Let US Join our Friends Above;" or
Love Divine, All Love Excelling."
And while we were talking
on that street called Song
row, Kirk White, the consump-
tive college student, now everlast-
ingly well, came up, and we talked
over his old Christmas hymn, "When
Marshaled on the Nightly Plain"
And William Cowper came up, now en-
tirely recovered from his religious mel
ancholy, and not looking as if he had
ever in dementia attempted suicide, and
we talked over the wide earthly celeb
rlty and heavenly power of his old
hymns when 1 Can Read My Title
Clear" and, There is a Fountain
Filled with Blood"
And there we met George W.
Bethune, of wondrous Brooklyn pas
torate, and told him how his comfort
ing hymn had been sung at obsequies
all around the world-"It is not Death
to Die And Toplady came up and
asked whether the church was still
making use of his old hymn, Crock of
| Ares. Cleft for Me-" And we met also