Connecticut western news., 1894-11-15

this sublime solace, this magnificent beatitude. 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 isa land of pure delight
 And when he came to the next line shere were scores of voices uniting:
 Where saints immortal reign.
 The song was caught up all over the field among the wounded until 1t was said that there were at least 10, 900 wounded men uniting their voices as they came to the verse:
 There everlasting spring abides
 And never whitening flowers
 Death, like a narrow stream, divides
 That heavenly land from ours-
 Oh, 1t is great religion to live by, and 1t Is 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 yours, and heaven is yours, and all is yours Some of you, like the young, man of the text, have gone astray. know not the his- tory, but you know it-you know it.
 The Circle of Safety.
 When young man went forth into life, the legend says, his guardian angel went forth with him, and getting him into a field the guardian angel swept a 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 day 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 back9 This, l say to- you. is your hour of salvation. There was in the closing hours of Queen Anne what 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 worried 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 peoul far about that clock?' She made no an- swer, but soon died. There Is a clock scene in every history. If some of you would rise from the bed of lethargy and come out of 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, nowr' Oh, come home to your Fathers housel Come home, oh. prodigal, from the wilder nessi Come home, come homei
 The Divine Justice.
 But notice that when the prodigal cames thero was the fathers joy. He did not greet him with any formal "How do you do?" He did not come out and say: "You are unfit to enter. Go out and wash in the trough by the we'll, and then you can come in. We have had enough trouble with you !" Alb, mol When the proprietor of that es- tate proclaimed festival. it was an out burst of fathers love and fathers joy. God Is your father.
 have not much sympathy with that description of God sometimes hear, as though he were Turkish sultan-hard and unsympathetic and listening not to the cry of his subjects A man told me he saw in one of the eastern lands Q king riding along, and two men were in altercation. mud one charged the oth- CT 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. An, the cruelty of scene like thatl Our God is not a sultan, not a despot. but father-kind. loving, for giving-and he makes all heaven ring again when prodigal comes back II have no pleasure, he says, Fin the death of him that dieth.
 If 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 surroundingA no difference the sin. When the white horses of Christ 8 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 sou comes back there Is in his heart the surging of an infinite ocean of gladness, and to ex- press that gladness 1t takes all the rivers of pleasure, and all the thrones of pomp and all the ages of eternity. It 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 God's joy isf
 Tho Rejoicing Father.
 You remember reading the story of a king who on some great day of festivi- ty scattered silver and gold among the people, who sent valuable presents to his courtiers, but methinks when a soul comes back God is so glad that to ex- press his joy he filings out new worlds into space, kindles up new suns and rolls among the white robed anthems oi the redeemed greater halleluiah, while with voice that reverberates among the mountains of frankincense and is echoed back from the everlasting gates he cries, 'This, my son, was dead and is alive againi''
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