Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1894-09-14

/ through. He has sworn He viii SEQ
me through. The mountains may de.
mart, the earth may burn, the light Of
the stars may he blown out BY the
blast Of the judgment hurricane.
but life and death. things present
and things to come, are mine. Yea,
further than that it means q peaceful
death. Mrs. Hemans, Mrs. Sigourney,
DIR. Young. and almost all the poets
have sud handsome things about
death. There is nothing beautiful
about it. When we stand by the white
and rigid features of those whom we
love, and they give no answering pres
sure ofthe hand and no returning kiss
Of the lip, we do not want anybody
poetizing round about us. Death is
lOathsomeness and midnight and the
wringing OF the heart until the ten.
drills snap and curl in the torture un-
less Christ shall be with US. 1 confess
horror of death unless Christ shall be
with me. I would rather go down into
9 cave OF wild beasts or q jungle of rep
tiles than into the grave unless Christ
goes with me. Will you tell me that I
am to be carried out from my bright
home and put away in the darkness.
AT the first coming of the evening !
must have the gas lighted, and the
further on in lite l get the more I like
to have my friends round about me.
Fearless OF Death
And am l to be put off for thousands
of years in a dark place, with no one to
speak to? When the holidays come
and the gifts are distributed, shall {
add no Joy to the merry Christmas"
or the Happy New Year," All, do
not point down to the hole in the
ground, the grave. and call it a beau.
tiful place. Unless there be some SUI
pernatural illumination 1 shudder back
It. But now this glorious lamp is
lifted above the grave, and all the
darkness is gone, and the way is clear.
I look into it now without a single
shudder. Now my anxiety is not about
death: my anxiety is that I may live
Alright.
What power is there in anything to
chill me in the last hour If Christ
wraps around me the skirt of his own
garment? What darkness can fall up.
on my eyelids then, amid the heavenly
daybreak?: o death, 1 will not feal
thee then. Back to thy cavern oil
Fly, thou despoiler of families. With
this battleax I hew thee in twain from
helmet to sandal, the voice of Christ
sounding all over the earth and
through the heavens: so death, 1
will be thy plague. o grave. l viii be
thy destruction"
To be saved is to wake up in the
presence of Christ. You know when
Jesus was upon the earth how happy
he made every house he went into,
and when he brings us up to his house
in heaven how great shall be our glee!
His voice has more music in it than is
to be heard in all the oratorios Of
eternity. Talk not of banks dashed
bloom of heaven. We shall see the
very face that beamed sympathy in
Bethany and take the very hand that
dropped its blood from the short beam
of the cross. oh, I want to stand in
eternity with him. Toward that har.
Dor I steer. Toward that goal I run.
shall be glad when l awake in his
likeness.
0lorihed In Heaven.
Oh, proken-heartedm en and women,
how sweet it will be in that good land
to pour all of your hardships and be-.
reavements and losses into the loving
ear of Christ and then have Him ex.
plain why it was best for you to be
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widowed, and why it was best for you
to be prosecuted, and why it was best
for you to be tried and have Him point
to an elevation proportionate to your
d%isquietude. here, saying, "You suf-
fered with me on earth: come up now
and be gloritied with me in Heaven"
, Some n went into a house where
there had been a good deal of trouble
and said to the woman there, "You
seem to be lonely" eyes," she said;
II am lonely" ''How many in the
tamily?" Only myself;n .'Have you
s ssoas.H San IW sgnss:s s sss they'll e:yXiI
dead?" Call" Then she breathed a
long sigh into the loneliness and said,
"Oh, sir, I have been q good mother
to the grave"
And so there are hearts here that
are utterly broken down by the be-
reavements of life. l point YOU to-day
to the eternal balm Of Heaven. oh,
aged men and women who have knelt
at the throne of grace for threescore
years and ten will not your decrepti-
tude change for the leap of = heart
when you come to look face Ito face
upon Him whom having not seen you
J love? oh, that WILDE the Goo 1 Shep-
Hcru3 llOt Out III tUe ulRuI anu WaGC0.
, ing to keep Off the wolves, but with
the lamb reclining on the sunlit hill.
That will be the Captain of our saliva
ton. not amid the roar and crash and
boom of battle, but amid his disbanded
troops keeping victorious festivity.
That will be the Bridegroom of the
church coming from afar, the bride
leaning upon his arm while he looks
down into her face and says: "Behold,
thou art fair, my love! Behold, thou
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