The Lexington dispatch. [volume] (Lexington, South Carolina) 1870-1917, 1894-05-09

have been trouble touched. Are We
8 oics that we can, unnoved, see our
cradle rided Of the bright eyes and the
sweet lips? Can we stand unmoVed and
see our gardens of earthly delight up
rooted? Will Jesus. who wept himself,
be angry with US if we pour cur tears
into the graves that open to swallow
down what we love best? Was Lazarus
more dear to him than our beloved dead
to US? No. We have a right to weep.
Our tears must come. You shall not
drive them back to scald the hearts.
They fall into Gods bottle. Afflicted
ones have died because they could not
weep. Thank God for the sweet, the
n mysterious relief that comes to Us IN
tear. Under this gentle rain the foT ers
of corn put forth their bloom. God pity
shat dry, withered, parched, all consun-
iDg grlefth wrings its hands, and grinds
its teeth, and bites lis nails unto the
quick. but cannot weep! We may have
found the comfort CT the cross and YET
ever after show that &c the dark night
and by the brook Jabbok we we're trou.
bic touched.
Again we may take the idea of the
text ard announce the approach of the
daydawn. No enc was ever more glad
to see the morning than was Jacob after
that night of struggle. It is appropriate
for philanthropists and Christians to cry
out with this angel of the text, "The day
breaketh." The worlds prospects are
Frightening. The church of Christ is rls.
ing up It's strength to 60 forth flair as
the moon, clear az the sun and terrible
as an army with Banners" Clap your
bands, all ye people, the day breaketh.
The bigotries of the earth are perishing.
The time was when we were told that
if we wanted to get to heaven, we must
be immersed or sprinkled, or We must
believe in the perseverance Of the saints
or in falling away from grace, or litur-
gy Or no liturgy, or they must he CAL
vlnists or Armlnians in order to reach
heaven. We have all come to confess
now that these ere nonessentials in re.
ligion.
During my vacation one summer I
was in Presbyterian audience, and it
was sscramental day, an: with grateful
heart I received the holy communion.
On the next Sabbath I was in Metho.
dist church and sat at love feast. On tie
following Sabbath I was in an Episco.
palian church and knelt a. the altar and
received the consecrated bread. I do
not know which service I enloYed the
most. "I believe in the communion of
saints snd in the lie everlasting" THE
day breaketh".
As look upon the audience I see
many who have passed through waves OF
trouble that cane up higher than their
sirdle. In Gods name I proclaim ces'
sation Of hostlllties. You shall not 90
always saddened and heartbroken. God
will lift your burden. God will bring
your dead to life. God will stanch the
hearts bleeding. 1 know he will. Like
as father pities bis children, 80 the
Lord pites you. The pains of earth will
end. The tomb will burst. The dead
will rise. The morning star trembles on
brighteoing skY. The gates of the
east begin to swing open. The day
breaketh.
Luther and Melanctbon were talking
together gloomily about the prospects
of the church. They could see no hope
of deliverance. After awhile Luther
got up and said to Melancthon: "Come.
Philip, let US sing the forty six psalm
of David: "God is our refuge and
strength, very present help in trouble
Therefore will not we fear, though the
earth be removed and though tho
be carried into the midst Of
the sea, though the waters thereof roar
and be troubled, though the mountains
shake with the swelling thereof. Selah.
Death to many-nay, to all-it Is a
struggle and wrestle. We have many
friends that it will be hard to leave. [
care not how bright our future hope is.
1t is a bitter thing to look upon this
fair world and know that we shall
never again see its blossoming spring,
it's falling fruits, its sparkling streams,
and to say farewell to those with whom
we played in childhood or counseled in
manhood. In that night, like Jacob,
we may have to Wrestle, but God will
not leave US unblessed. It shall not be
told in heaven that dying soul cried
unto God for help, but was not deliv-
cred. The lattice may be turned to
keep out the sun, or book set to dim
the light of the midnight taper, or the
room may be filled with the cries OF
and wldoWhood, or the
church OF Christ may mourn over our
going, but if Jesus calls all is well. The
strong wrestling by the brook will
cease, the hour of deaths night will
pass along, o'clock in the morning,
2 o'clock In the moroing, 4 o'clock In
the morning-the day oreaketh.
SO would have it when | die. L am
in no haste to he gone. [ have no
grudge against this world. The only
fault have to Gnd with the world is
that it treats me too well. But when
the time comes to go trust to be ready
my worldly affairs all settled. If
have wronged others, l want them to
be sure OF their forgiveness. In that
last wrestling, my arm enfeebled with
sickness and my head faint, l want
Jesus beside me. If there be hands on
this side of the floor stretched out to