The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1894-10-24

'NShat are You playing? see no mu-
sic before YOU" And Mozart put his
hand on his brow, as much as to say:
81 am improvising." 1t was very well
for him, but oh, my friends, we cannot
extemporize Heaven. If we do not get
prepared in this world, we will never
take part in the celestial harmonies Of
the saved. o that we were as wise as
the crane and the stork, flying away
from the tempestl
Some of you have felt the pinching
frost of sin. You feel it to-day. You
are not happy. There are voices within
your soul thatwill not be silenced, tell
ing you that you are sinners, and that
without the pardon of God you are un-
done forever. What are you going to
do, my friends, with the accumulated
transgressions of this lifetime. Will
you stand still and let the avalanche
tumble over you? o, that you would
go away into the warm heart of Gods
mercy. The southern grove, redolent
with magnolia and cactus, never waited
for northern foclSs as God has waited
for you, saying: II have loved thee with
an everlasting love. Come unto me, all
ye who are weary and heavy laden, and
l will give you rest"
Another frost is bidding you away
it is the frost of sorrow. Where do you
live now? Oh" you say, II have
moved" Why did you move? You say;
II don't want as large house now as
formerly" Why do you not want as
large house? You say: "My family
is not so large" Where have they
gone to? Eternity2 Your mind goes
back through that last sickness and
through the almost supernatural effort
to keep life, and through those prayers
that seemed unavailing, and through
that kiss which received no response
because the lips were lifeless, and ]
hear the bells tolling and l hear the
hearts breaking-while speak, hear
them break. A heart! Another heart
Alone! alone alone! This world, which
in your girlhood and boyhood was sun.
shine, is cold now, and oh! weary dove.
you fly around this world as though
you would like to stay, VIII en- the wind
and the frost and the lackening clouds
would bid you away into the heart Of
an all-comforting God. o, have no
ticed again and again what botch
this world makes of it when it tries to
comfort a soul in trou BILE! 1t says
Don't cryW How can we help crying
when the hearts treasures are scat
tered, and father is gone, and mother
is gone, and companions are gone, ant
everything seems gone? 1t is no com
fort to tell a man not to cry. The
world comes up and says: 20, it Il
only the body of your loved one thai
you have put in the ground" But
there is no comfort in that. That body
is precious. Shall we never put oul
hand in that hand again, and shall WE
never see that sweet face again? Away
with your heartlessness, oh world Bu
come, Jesus! and tell us that when the
tears fall they fall into Gods bottle
that the dear bodies Of our loved one
shall rise radiant in the resurrection
, and all the breakings down here shal
be fittings up there, and they shal
hunger no more, neither thirst an.
more neither shall the sun light ol
them nor any heat, for the Lamb which
is in the midst of t he throne shall Leaf
them to living fountains of water, anC
God shall wipe ell tears from thei
eyes"
You may have noticed that when tn
chafinch or the stork or the crane start
on it's migration, it calls all those of it
kind to come too. The tree tops are full
of chirp and whistle and carol and tn
long roll-call. The bird does not star
off alone. 1t gathers all of its kind
o that you might be as wise in this mi
grafton to heaven, and that you nigh
gather all your families and you
friends with you. Iwould that Hannal
might take Samuel by the hand, ant
Abraham might take Isaac, and Haga
might take Ishmael. ask you if fthos
who sat at your breakfast table thi
morning will sit with you in heaven?
ask you what influences you are trying
to bring upon them, what example yo'
are setting them. Are you calling then
to go with you? Ay, ay, have yo'
started yourself?
Start for Heaven and take your chill
dren with you. Come thou and all tn.
house into the ark. Tell your littl
ones that there are realms of balm ant
sweetness for all those who fly in tn,
right direction. Swifter than eagle
stroke put out for Heaven. Like tn
crane or the stork. stop not night no
day until you find the right place fo
stopping. Seated to-day in Christian
service, will you be seated in the sam
glorious service when the heavens hav
passed away with great noise, and tn
elements have melted with ferven
heat, and the redeemed are gathere,
around the throne of Jesus?
The Saviour calls,
Ye wanderers come,
o, We benighted souls,