The Newtown bee., 1894-06-01
AN INTERESTING SERVICE.

The work of the Congregational Church Building Society was the theme of the missionary meeting at the Congre- gational church on Sunday night, which was well attended. NJ. c. Rodgers gave clear presentation of the work of the society, showing that it had assisted in the erection of 2400 churches and many
 parsonages. Miss Fife Wolcott read
 telling selection. The closing address
 was made by the pastor, Rev o. W. Barker. In closing, Mir Barker spoke substantially as follows: Let us not de- pend upon any ones moving elO- work. It is the Kings business, and the Kings business requires haste. Senti-
 ment is good, but principal is far better. Only when we recognize the Kingdom of God as having just claims upon our time, talents and money, then and not till then will it come in it's fulness, and the day of God be ushered in with flooding streams of light. Let us not wait till somebody | is dead and we are moved by some har- 1 rowing tale of suffering before we act. "The foxes have holes aud the birds of
 the air have nests, but the Son of man
 hath not where to lay his head;" but are | we, vigorously asks Dr Cobb, the secre- l tarV of this society, to push this fox-hole and hirds'-nest argument over from the unsheltered Son of God upon the unshelt- cred heads of our home missionaries :? Let us away with sentiment and come down to our Fathers business.
 The great Western world stretching in fertile plains beyond the Mississippi's flood is the land of promise to Gods brave and expectant Israel. The Philis- | tines hold many fortress and possess many a vantage-point on the field; but the promise is on record, and from Me- bo's crystal heights of faith rings the cry 60 the faithful, "Enter in and possess it ! for God" We cannot go back. Men
 and brethren, we are pledged irredeem- l ably to this trust. The rising hopes of the future centering on these Western 1 fields of promise bid us not hesitate or
 waver. God Almighty takes part in this struggle. There was nothing in the
 earthquake, for God was not in that. | There was nothing in the hurricane, for God was not in that. There was nothing
 in the fire, for God was not in that. 1 There was everything in the still, small
 voice, for God was in that; and it is the
 still, small voice that falls from trembl-
 ing and faltering lips, which tell a
 Savior once slain for the sin of the | world, that will yet make this land Im-
 manuel's rich heritage.
 "Out on the picket line on the frontier," | Calm and unWav'ring they enter the fight, Scatter the enemy's left wing and right, | Flank and attack them in front and in rear; Onward resistless as storm-driven waves, | Dangers close round them, but never a halt | While by the siege or the sudden assault
 Free they from bondage sims poor wretched
 slaves.
 | An! there are shouts human ears cannot hear
 Sweet, eager lips every vict'ry applaud, Bright angel eyes look rom highlands of God
 "Out on the picket line on the frontier,''
 Hark they are calling for help; will you hear
 Christians in bright cheerful homes, will yoT Al heed?
 They of your gifts and your prayers have sort
 need,
 Il Staunch and brave picket line on the frontier