Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1894-02-16

pentance, tears of bereavement, tears
OF Joy, tears of many centuries" And
then saw how sacred to the sympa-
thetic God are earthly sorrows
As I was coming out of the temple i
saw all along the pictured walls there
were shelves, and golden walls were be-
ing set up on all those shelves. And /
said: why the setting mp of those
walls at this time? They seem just
now to have been filled?'' And the at
tending angel said: The week of
prayer all around the world has just
closed, and more supplications have
been made than have been made for a
long while, and these new Walls, newly
set up. are what the Bible speaks of
as golden walls full odors, which are
the prayers of saints" And ! said to
the accompanying angel: Can it be
possible that the prayers of earth are
worthy of being kept in such heaven
~ shape" why" said the angel,
there is nothing that so moves
Heaven as the prayers Of earth, and
they are set up in sight Of these in
finite mnltitudes. and, more than all, in
the sight Of Christ, and He can not for
get them. and they are before Him
world without end"
Then we came out. and as the tenn
pie is always open. and some worship
at one hour and others at other hours
we passed down the street amid the
throng> coming to ana going from the
great temple. And we passed along
through a street called Martyr place
and we met there, or sitting at the
windows, the souls Of those who on
earth wrnt through fire and flood, and
under sword and rack We saw John
Nickiiffc. whose ashes were Dv decree
Of the council of Constance thrown
into the river: and Rogers, who bathed
his hands in the fire as though it
had been water: and Bishop Hooper,
and McKail, and LaGmcr, and Ridley,
and 'nlycarp. whom the flames refused
to destroy as they bent outward till
spear did the work. and some Of the
Albi~ licenses and liugucnots. and conse-
Grated Quakcrs who were slain for
their religion. They had on them
Tuned, and they had on their faces
look OF cSpecl!l trlHlnp phi
Then we passed along Song Row,
and we met some of the old
Gospel singers THAT is Isaac
Watts" said my attendant. AS we
came up to him he asked me if the
churches on earth were still singing
the hymns he composed at the house
Of Lord and Lady A bney, TO whom he
paid a visit Of thirty six years, and /
told him tEsat many Of the churches
opened their Sabbath morning with
his old hymn, "Wclcomc, Sweet Day
of Rest and celebrated their Gospel
triumphS with his hymn, "Salvation,
O the Joyful Song and often reused
their deeotions by his hymn, Come We
that Love the Lord"
While we were talking he introduced
me to another of the song writer's, and
said This is Charles Wesley, w ho be
Ionged on earth to Il different church
from mine, but we are all now mem
brrS Of the same church, the Temple Of
God and the Lam u. " And told
Wesley that. almost every Sab
bath we sang one of his old HYMNS:
: Arm OF the Lord Awake" or Come,
Let Us Join Our Friends" or Love
Divine. All Love Excelling." And while
we were talking on that street called
Song Row, Kirk White, the consump
tive college student, now everlasting,
~ well. came mp, and we talked over
his old Christmas hymn, When
Marahalcd on the Nightly Plain" And
William Cowper came mp, now entirely
recovered from his religious melan-
choly, and not looking as if he had
ever in dementia attempted suicide.
and we talked over the wide earthly
celebrity and heavenly power Of his
old hymns, when ! Can Read NV
Title Clear" and There Is Il Fountain
Filled with Blood"
And there we met George w. Beth
une, Of wondrons Brooklyn paStorate,
and told him Of how his comforting
hymn had been sung at obscqnies all
around the world-"It Is Not Death to
Die" And Toplady came up and
asked about whether the church was
still making use of his old hymn.
Rock of Ages, Cleft for Me" And
we met also on Song Row Newton and
Hastings. and Montgomery. and
IIoratio Bonar, and we heard floating
from window to window snatches of
the old hymns which they started on
earth, and started never to die.
But, say some Of my hearers, "did
YOU see anything of our friends in
Heaven" Oh, yes, l did. Did you
see my children there?" says some one,
land are there any marks Of their last
sickness still upon them?' / did see
them, but there was no pallor, no
cough, no fever, no languor, about
them, They are all well, and rudy,
and songful, and bounding with eter-
nal mirth. They told me to give their
love to you; that they thought of you
hour by hour, and that when they
could be excused from the heavenly
Fairgrounds they came down and how
cred over you, and kissed your cheek,
and filed your dreams with their glad
faces, and that they would be at the
gate to greet you when you assembled
to be with them forever
But" say other voices. did YOU see
our glorifed friends?" Yes, / saw
them, snd they are are we'll in the land
across which no pneumonias or palsies
or drop>ies or typhoids ever sweep.
The aroma blows over from orchards
with trees bearing twelve manner of
fruits. And gardens, compared with
which Chatsworth is desert The
climate is a mingling of an earthly
June and October, the balm of the one
and the tonic of the other The social
life in that realm where they are is SUI
perb and perfect. No controversies or
jealousies or hates. but love, universal
love, everlasting love. And they told