The Democrat. (Scotland Neck, Halifax Co., N.C.) 1884-1896, 1894-09-13
SWEET REST.
Glorious Consolation,

There are hundreds here weary III
ho, re,rv,-wearv with sin, weary
vith trouble. weary with bereavement.
Some Of YOU have been pierced throu3i-
yo, carry the scar- OF thousand con
afcts in which YOU. lave bled at every
pore and YOU Sigh, Oha.thatA had the
wings Of dove, mat I alat fly away
and be at rest You Hse taken the
cup of this worlds pleasures and drunk
81 to the dregs, and still tlIe hlrst claws
at your tongue, and the ierer strikes y
vo,lr 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 ready to put Your hand upon
the rosy, laughing sylph Of the wood she
turned upon you with the g are OF
fiend and eve OF satyr. her locks adders,
her breath the chill damp OF a grave.
ont of Jesus Christ no rest. No voice
10 silence the storm iNotLght to KIN
die the darkness No dry dock TO lie
pair the split bulwark.
Thank God, | can tell you some
thing better If there is no rest on
Garth there is rest IN heaven on, We
who are worn out with work, your
hands caHoused, your backs bent, your
eyes half put out, your fingers worn
with the needle that in this world you
NAV never lay down, We discouraged
ones who have been Waglng hand
fight for bread, We to whom the night
brings little rest and the morning more
lrudgerv-oh We of the weary hand,
and Of the weary side, and the weary
loot hear me talk about rest .
Look at that company Of enthroned
ones. Look at their hands. Look at
their teet look at their eyes. 1t can
not be that those bright ones ever toll
cd Yes, yes These packed the
Chinese tcaboxcs, and through mission
arv instruction escaped into glory.
These swcltered on Southern planta-
tions. and one night after the cotton
Kicking went up as white as if they
had never been black Those died o1
overtoil in the Lowell carpet factories
and these IN Manchester mills. Those
helped build the pyramids, and these
broke away from work on the day
Christ was bounded out of Jerusalem
No more towers to build heaven i
lone. No more garments to weave
he robes are finished. No more Aar
vests to raise Tie gamers are full. Oh
.ons and daughters OF toll, arise We an
epart. for that is your rest.
scovill McCallum, boy OF my Sun
Law school, while dying said to- b
mother. "Don't cry, but sing. sing -. :,
There is rest for the weary,
There is rest for the weary"
Then, putting his wasted hand ovt
MS heart, said, ''There is rest for me. ;
Oh, We whose locks are wet With. II
the dews of the night Of grief ;; We who
hearts are heavy because those we
known footsteps sound no more at II
doorway, wonder is your rest There
Abraham enthroned, but once he we
for Sarah. There is Paul exultant; b
he once sat with his feet in the stool
There is PavsOn radiant with lmmt
tai health. but on earth he was alwa
SICK. NO loil, no tcdlS, III pau 'iLSo''
strife, no agonizing cough tonight.
storm to rutIle the cry stal sea-
alarm to strike from the cathedral to
ers No tremor l. the everlasting sol
but rest-perfect reSt--unending re
Into that rest how many of our loN
ones have gone The little chlldl
had been gathered up into the bos'
of Christ. One Of them wept out
The arms of a widowed mother, fOll(
inc its father, who died Il few weeks
fore. In its last moment 1t seemed
ee the departed father, for 1t said, 10
ne upward with frightened corl
2anee, Papa, take me np "
Others put down the work OF l
ife. feeling they could hardly be spa
rom the office or store or shop tC
lav, but are to be spared from 1t
ever. Your mother went. Hay
lived a life Of Christian cOnslste
here, her heart full Of that meek
quiet spirit that is in the sight OF
great price, suddenly her cOuntena