Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1894-01-04

70 them mn ,lnpltying heaven. Some
pun their hair down over their eyes,
and look through with II fiensi's glare.
some with bOtl, hnnds press their hot
brain, and want to die, and cry: 20 !,
God! Q God!" Long night, bitter night,
stupendOus night of the worlds suffer-
Ing! Some know not which way to
turn. But not SO the Christian man.
He looks up toward the heavens. He
sees q bright appearance in the heav-
ems. Can 1t be only flashing meteor
Can 1t he only falling star? Can
1t be only a delusion? Nay, nay. The
longer he looks, the more distinct 1t
becomes, until, after awhile, he cries
out: "A star! morning star! star of
comfort! star Of grace! star of
peace! the star Of the Redeemer!''
Peace for all trouble. Balm for all
wounds. Life for all dead. Now Jesus,
the great heart-healer, comes into our
home. Peace! Peace that passeth all
understanding. We look up through all
our tears. We are comforted! 1t is
the morning star OF the Redeerer.
WHO broke off that f1ower?" said one
servant In the garden to another. "Who
broke Off that tlower?" and the other
servant said, 1.-The master" Nothing
more was said, for If the master had
not right to break off flower to wear
over his heart, or to set in the vase in
| the mansion, who has right to touch
the flower? And when Christ comes
down into our garden to gather lilies,
shall we fight him back? Shall We
talk as though he had no right to come?
If any one in all the universe has q
right to that which is beautiful in our
homes, then our master has, and he
| will take 1t, and he will wear it over his
heart, or he will set it in the vase Of
the palace eternal. '"rhe Lord gave,
and the Lord hath taken away; blessed
be the name Of the Lord" Peace,
troubled soul! put the balm on your
wounded heart tonight. The morning
star, the morning star Of the Redeem
| err. II n.
| Again, Christ heralds the dawn Of
millennial glory. 1t is night in China,
night in India, night in Siberia, night
for the vast majority of the worlds
population But it seems to me there
are some intimations Of the morning.
All Spain is to brought under the in
tiuence of the gospel. What is that
light see breaking over the top of the
Pryennees? The morning! Yea, all Italy
shall receive the gospel. She shall
have her schools, and her colleges, and
her churches; her vast population shall
| surrender themselves to Christ. What
is that light 1 see breaking over the
top of the Alps? The morning. ALI
India shall come to God. Her idols
shall be cast down. Her Jugger-
nauts shall be broken. Her temples of
iniquity shall be demolished. What is
that light see breaking over the top
of the Himalayas? The morning. The
empurpled clouds shall gid the path of
the conquering day. The Hottentot
| will come out Of his mud howell to look
| at the dawn; the Chinaman will come
up OH the giant cliffs, the Norwegian
| will get upon the rocks, and all the
beach of heaven will be crowded with
| celestial inhabitants come out to see
| the sun rise over the ocean of the
worlds agony. They shall come from
the east and from the west, from the
north and from the south, and sit down
in the kingdom Of God. These swelter-
ed under tropical suns. These shivered
1 under Icelandic temperature. These
| plucked the vineyards in Italy. These
| packed the tea-boxes in China. These
were aborigines lifting up their dusky
faces in the dawn. And the wind shall
watt it, and every mountain shall be-
come a TRANSPORTATION, and the sea
will become the walking place Of him
who trod the wave cliffs of stormy
Liberals, and the song Of Joy shall rise
| toward heaven, and the great sky will
| become sounding board which shall
| strike back the shout Of salvation to
the earth until it rebounds again to
the thrown Of the Almighty, and the
| morning star of Christian hope will
| become the full sunburst of millennial
glory.
Again, Christ heralds the dawn of
heaven upon every Christians dying
pillow. suppose you have noticed
that the characteristics of people in
their healthy days are very apt to be
their characteristics in their dying
days. The dying words of ambitious
Napoleon were: Head Of the Army"
The dying words of poetic Lord Byron
were: 81 must sleep now" The dying
words of affectionate Lord Nelson
were: Kiss me, Hardy" The dying
words of Voltaire were, as he saw one
whom he supposed to be Jesus in the
room: Crush that wretch" But have
noticed that the dying words of Chris
tians always mean peace. Generally
the pain is all gone, and there is great
quietude through the room. AS one OF
these brothers told me Of his mother
in the last moment: "She looked up,
and said, pointing to some supernatur-
al being that seemed to be in the room.
Look at that bright form. Why, they
have come for me now
The lattice is turned so that the light
is very pleasant. 1t is peace all around.
You ask yourself, why, can this be
dying room? 1t is so different from any
thing ever expected" And you walk
the floor, and you look out of the win
dow, and you come back and look at
the watch, and you look at the face of
the patient again, and there is no
change, except that the face is becom-
ing more radiant, more Illuminated.
The wave Of death seems coming up
higher and higher, until it has touched
the ankle, then it comes on up until
it reaches the lip, and the soul is about
to be fioated away into glory, and you
| ally y. NV +l,o c1oouo and voJ1