The Banner-Democrat. [volume] (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, 1894-03-31

vid, the psalmist, referred to in his AZ
ty-sixth psalm, when he said: Put
thou my tears into thy bottle Il IL
full Of tears from earth, tears OF re-
pentance, tears of bereavement, tears
of ioy, tears of many centuries. :" And
then / saw how sacred to the sympa-
thetic God are earthly sorrows
As was coming out Of the temple
saw all along the pictured walls there
were shelves, and golden walls were be-
ing set up on all those shelves. And ]
said: why the setting up of those
walls at this time7 They seem just
now to have been hlled?" And the at
tending angel said: 1.-THE week of
prayer all around the world has just
closed, and more supplications have
been made than have been made for
long while these new walls. newly
set upslN ,IA#hat the Bible speaks of
as gold eifs full odors. which are
the praye2ov saints. And said to
the accodfii angel: "Can it be
possible thai ~ ayers of earth are
worthy of h eHefs in such heaven-
" shape?s why said the angel,
"there is nothtug that so moves
Heaven as the Prayers OF earth, and
they are set up in sight of these in
finite multitudes. andmore than all, in
the sight of Christ, and He can not for
get them. and they are before Him
world without end"
Then we came out, and as the tenn
pie 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 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 Ridley,
and Polycarp, whom the flames refused
| to destroy as they bent outward till a
spear did the work, and some OF the
Albigenses, and Huguenots. and conse-
Grated Qualxers who were slain for
their religion. They had on them
many scars. but their scars were il
lumed, and they had on their faces a
look of especial triumph.
Then we passed along Song Row,
and we met some of the old
Gospel singers. THAT is Isaac
Watts" said my attendant. 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 visit of thirty-six years, and
told him that many of the churches
opened their Sabbath morning with
his old hymn, "Welcorne. Sweet Day
/ of Rest" and celebrated their Gospel
triumphs with his hymn, salvation,
o the Joyful Song" ard 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 writers, and
said: This is Charles Wesley, who be
longed on earth to a different church
from mine, but we are all now mem
bers of the same church, the Temple oil
God and the Lamb" And TOLD
Charles Wesley that almost every Sab
bath we sang one of his old hymns
farm of the Lord, Awake!" or Come
| Let Us Join Our Friends;" or "Lov'
Divine, All Love Excelling." And while
we were talking on that street callet
Song Row, Kirk White, the consump
tive college student, now everlasting
ly well, came up, and we talked owe
his old Christmas hymn, .'Whel
Marshaled on the Nightly Plain" AM
William Cowper came up, now entirel.
recovered from his religious melan
choly, and not looking as If he hat
ever in dementia attempted suicide
and we talked over the wide earthl.
celebrity and heavenly power of hi
. old hymns, "When ] Can Read M.
Title Clear and There Is Fountain
Filled with Blood"
And there we met George W. Beth
une, of wondrous Brooklyn pastorate
and told him of how his comforting
hymn had been sung at obseqnies al
around the world-''It Is Not Death t
, Die" And Toplady came up an
asked about whether the church wa
still making use of his old hymn
"Rock of Ages, Cleft for Me-" An
we met also on Song Row Newton, an
Hastings, and Montgomery, an
, Horatio Bonar, and we heard foatin
. from window to window snatches c
the old hymns which they started o
earth, and started never to die.
: "But," say some of my hearers, ''di
you see anything of our friends !
Heaven?" Oh, yes, 1 did. Did 20
i see my children there?" says some ont
| sand are there any marks of their La.
! sickness still upon them?" did sc
4 them, but there was no pallor, n
E cough, no fever, no languor, abol
. them, They are all well, and rudd.
!. and songful, and bounding with etc
b nal mirth. They told me to give the
q love to you; that they thought of yc
; hour by hour, and that when the
d could be excused from the heavcnl
Fairgrounds they came down and no
O cred over you, and kissed your chez
1 and filed your dreams with their gla
e faces, and that they would be at Il
d gate to greet you when you ascends
to be with them forever.
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