The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1894-11-14
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Oh. come over into this, greater JOY,
this sublime solace, this magnificent
beatitnde. The night after the battle Of
Shiloh there were thousands Of wound
ed on the field, and the ambulances had
not come, One Christian soldier, lying
there a-dying under the starlight, be-
gan to sing:
There is o land Of pure delight
And when he came to the next line
there were scores Of voices uniting:
Where saints immortal reign
The song was caught up all over the
field among the wounded until it was
said that there were at least 10,
wounded men uniting their voices as
they came to the verse:
There everlasting spring abides
And never withering fowers-
Death, like narrow stream, divides
That heavenly land from ours-
Oh, it is a great religion to live by,
and it is a great religion to die by.
There is only one heart throb between
YOU and that religion this moment Just
look into the face Of your pardoning
God and surrender yourself for time
and for eternity, and he is -yeas, and
heaven is yours aad-sn Is yours. Some
-ef you, Ike the young man of the text,
have gone astray. know not the his
tory, but you know it-you know 1t.
The Circle OF Safety.
When a young man went forth into
life, the legend says, his guardian angel
went forth with him, and getting him
into field the guardian angel swept g
circle clear around where the young
man stood. It was a circle Of virtue and
honor, and he must not step beyond that
circle. Armed foes came down, but
were obliged to halt at the circle They
could not pass. But one Gay temptress,
with diamonded hand, stretched forth
and crossed that circle with the hand,
and the tempted soul took it, and by
that one fell grip was brought beyond
the circle and died
Some Of you have stepped beyond that
circle. Would you not like this day, by
the grace Of God, to step back? This, l
say to you. is your hour Of salvation.
There was in the closing hours Of Queen
Anne whas is called the clock scene.
Flat down on the pillow, in helpless
sickness, she could not move her head
or move her hand. She was waiting for
the hour when the ministers Of state
should gather in angry contest, and
v ed and worn out by the coming
hour, and in momentary absence Of the
nurse, in the power-the strange power
which delirium sometimes gives one
she arose and stood in front Of the
clock, and stood there watching the
clock when the nurse returned. The
nurse said, "Do you see anything pecul-
lar about that clock?" She made no an
swer, but soon died. There is clock
scene in every history. If some Of you
would rise from the bed Of lethargy and
come out CT your delirium Of sin and
look on the clock Of your destiny this
moment, you would see and hear some
thing you have not seen or heard be-
fore, and every tick Of the minute, and
every stroke of the hour, and every
swing of the pendulum, would say,
"Now, now, now, nowp' Oh: come
home to your Fathers house! Come
home, oh, prodigal, from the wilder
ness! Come home, come home!
The Divine Justice.
But I notice that when the prodigal
came there was the fathers jog. He
did not greet him with any formal
Glow do you do?'' He did not come
out and say: "You are unfit. to enter.
Go out and wash in the trough BY the
well, and then you can come in. We
have had enough trouble with you. !"
All, no! When the proprietor Of that es-
tate proclaimed festival, it was an out
burst of fathers love and fathers
Joy. God is your father.
I have not much sympathy with that
description Of God I sometimes hear, as
though he were Turkish suitan-hard
and unsympathetic and listening not to
the cry OF his subjects. a man told me-
be saw in ono of the eastern lands q
king riding along, and two men were
in alteration, and one charged the 9TH
er with having eaten his rice, and the
king said, "Then slay the man, and by
post mortem examination find whether
he has eaten the rice.'' And he was
slain. All, the cruelty Of a scene like
that! Our God is not a sultan, not 8
despot, but father-6nd, loving, for
giving-and he makes all heaven ring
again when prodigal comes back Il
have no pleasure" he says, Gin the
death of him that dieth. "
# man does not get heaven, it is
because he will not go there. No differ
ence the color, no difference the history,
no difference the antecedents, no differ
ence the surroundings, no difference the
sin. When the white horses Of Christ's
victory are brought out to celebrate the
eternal triumph, you may ride one OF
them, and, as God is greater than all
his joy is greater, and when soul comes
back there is in his heart the surging Of
an infinite ocean of gladness, and to e1-
press that gladness it takes all the rivers
of pleasure, and all the thrones Of pomp,
and all the ages Of eternity. 1t is a joy
deeper than all depth, and higher than
all height, and wider than all width, and
vaster than all immensity. It overtops,
it undergirds, it outweighs all the unit
ed splendor and JOY Of the universe
Who can tell what Gods joy is?
The Rejoicing Father.
You remember reading the story Of a
king who on some great day Of festivi-
t. scattered silver and gold among the
people, who sent valuable presents to
his courtiers, but methinks when soul
comes back God is SO glad hat to e1-
press his Joy he fings out new worlds
into space, kindles up new suns and
rolls among the white robed anthems Of
the redeemed greater halieluiah, while
with voice that reverberates among
the mountains of frankincense and Is
ASTHMA,