The New South., 1894-11-10


play. and he had blank piec.
of paper before him, and ths
! king Familiarity looked over HIS xhouide,
and said: what are you playing.
aee no music before you. And
Mozart put his hand on his brow. a.
70 say: n am improvising II WA
very well FOR him. but oh, my friends
we can not cxtemporize for Heaven.
n we do not get prepared IN ,his
world. We will never take part In the
orchestral harmonies Of the saved. Oh,
that we were an wise a. the crane and
the stork, flying away. flying away
from the tempest
Some Of you have felt the pinching
frost Of sin. You feel IL to-day. You
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 par.
don of God you are nndone forever.
What are you going 10 do, my friends.
with the accumulated transgres-
sions Of lifetime! WIN you stand
still and let the avalanche tumble over
you? on, that you would go away
into the warm heart Of Gods mercy.
The southern grove, redoIent with
magnolia and cactus, never waited for
northern focss, as God has waited for
you, saying; - have loved thee with an
everlasting love. Come unto me, all
We who are weary and heavy laden,
and | will give you rest
- La l.
II Is the frost Of sorrow. Where doyou
live now? 'Oh," you say: II have
moved Why did you mover You
say; II have moved" Why did you
move2 You say: II don't want as large
a house now as formerly Why do you
not want rs large house? You say:
My family Is not so large Where
have they gone TO? E~rnityi Your
mind goes back through that last
sickness and through the almost
supernatural effort TO keep life, and
through these prayers that seemed
unayailinR, and through that kiss
which received no response, because
the lips were lifclesS, and hear the
bells toliing and | hear the hearts
breaking speak. hear them
break. A heart Another heartl
Alone, Alone! Alonel The world.
which in your girlhood and boyhood
was sunshine. is cold now, and OH
weary dove. you fly around this
world as though you would like
TO stay, when the wind and the frost
and the blaekcning clouds would bid
yon away into the heart OF an all
comforting God. oh, ! have noticed
again and again what botch this
world makes OF IL when II tries TO com
fort a soul In trouble. IL says: Don't
syl" How can we help crying when
thc hearts treasures are scattered, 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 mp aud says: ''Oh, il
is only the bouy of your loved one that
you have put into the groundy' 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 seq that sweet face nRain2 Away
with your hearticssncss. oh, world
But come, Jesusl and tell us that when
the tears fall they fall into Gods bottle:
that the dear bodies of our loved ones
shall rise radiant in the resurrection;
and oil 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
on them nor any heat, for the Lamb,
which Is IN the midst od the throne.
shall lead them TO living fountains of
water, and God shall wipe all the fears
from their eyes
You may have noticed that when the
ahatiinch or the stork or the crane
starts on its migration, its calls all
those of its kind to come too. The
trce-tops are full of chirp and whistle |
and carol and the long roll-call. The 1
bird does not start of alone. 1t gath |
srs all of its kind. oh, that YOU
night be as wise in this mirra. (
ton to Heaven, and that YOU
night gather all your families and your
friends with you! would that Han
nsh might take Samuel by the hand.
and Abraham might take Isaac, and 4
iagar might take Ishmael. ask IL
hose who sat at your breakfast table
his morning will sit with you in
Heaven? ask you what Influences
gou are trying 20 bring upon them9
Are You calling them to go with YOU?
Aye, aye, have you started yourself?
Start for Heaven and take your chill
tren with you. Come thou and all thy
house into the ark. Tell your little
nnes that there are realms of balm and
sweetness for all those who fy in the
right direction. Swifter than eagles
stroke, put out for Heaven. Like the
crane or the stork. stop not night
nor day until you find the right place
Tor stopping. Seated to-day in Chris
tian service will you be seated in the
same glorious service when the heay-
ems have passed away with great
noise, and the elements have melted
with fervent heat, and the redeemed
are gathered around the throne OF
Jesuss
The Saviour calls.
Va wanderers come.
Oh. We benighted souls,
Why longer roams
The Spirit calls to-day.
Yield to Hts power:
Oh. rrieve Him not away.